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zanarkandskylines · 1 month

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twisted in bedsheets ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ with establishing your triad out of the way, there's no more awkward tension between you and the boys! now, there's a different kind of tension when the three of you can't get enough of one another.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ 18+ MDNI! - Smut; non-threesome scenarios (boys get you separately), some praise, pet names, fingering, oral (m!giving & f!receiving), some dirty talk | mutual pining, fluff, poly!kiribaku ｡‧˚ʚ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~1.5k ɞ˚‧｡ ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿

Your back pressed into the plush of the sofa, dress shoved up your midsection as you squirmed about, Bakugo’s face stuffed between your thighs. His crimson stare is locked on to your face, watching how your cheeks flush and the way you bite your lip anytime his tongue lazily rolls over your swollen clit.

Who would have thought you’d end up under Bakugo’s spell so early in the morning? You’d only meant to stop by on your day off, dropping off some vegetables he asked you to pick up from the local market.

[you] i’m headed to the market this morning. you need me to pick anything up for dinner tonight?

[katsu 🐯🧡] you off today? if you wanna grab tomatoes and onions, that’d be great. the one’s in the garden aren’t ready yet.

[you] yeah, my boss is at a conference so no need for any of us to be at the office today and tomorrow. sure! i’ll swing by after to drop them off.

[katsu 🐯🧡] thanks sweets. door’s open, see ya soon.

[you] 💖

You let yourself in with the bags of groceries, setting your own by the door and bringing his into the kitchen. Bakugo pops out of his office, strutting into the kitchen to greet you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to give you a light kiss. He notes the sundress you were wearing - one of his favorite designs from last year’s summer collection. It continued to amaze him that you had an entire wardrobe around his clothes - fate works in mysterious ways.

“Damn, that dress fits you perfectly.”

Bakugo’s eyes wander down your body, scanning every detail and how the fabric hugs your figure. While you’re unloading the vegetables onto the counter, he shifts behind you and places his hands on your waist. His fingers dance over the dress, playfully squeezing your hips and rubbing his thumbs in circles on your sides.

“I’m sure you’ve never heard of the designer,” you tease, giggling as you turn to face him. Bakugo picks you up and places you on the counter, moving between your legs to get closer to you. He gives you a few gentle kisses on your cheek and down your neck, hands roaming down your sides and over your thighs. Your previous giggles quickly turn into soft moans, the close proximity of your bodies instantly lighting the fire in your belly.

Bakugo pulls back for a moment, tilting his head at your reaction. “Is this okay with you?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You lace your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him against your body and the counter.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps before capturing your lips, bringing one of his hands to cradle the back of your neck while the other holds onto your bare thigh.

It doesn't take long for things to escalate, hence your current position on the couch. Bakugo brings your attention back to reality when one of his fingers slips into your soaked core, curling it against your inner walls as he nibbles on your inner thigh. Your mewls drive him wild, increasing the tempo of his finger thrusting in and out of you. The way your body reacts to his touch is intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Fuck princess, you're so wet," Bakugo praises, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue to gather up your arousal. The grip he has on your thighs is tight enough to leave bruises. You can feel the tension in your stomach grow in intensity with each lap of his tongue, stumbling closer toward orgasm.

"Katsuki...don't stop," you whine as your thighs begin to tremble under his palms.

"Didn't plan to, baby."

The way 'baby' falls from his lips is enough to thrust you over the edge, the pet name immediately snapping your internal thread. You fist a handful of his blonde locks by the root, practically riding his face when you come - hard. It's enough to leave you gasping for air, not realizing the breath you were holding until your release tapers off. Your fingers slip from Bakugo's hair, letting him rise from between your legs. His lips and chin glisten with your spend.

"Can...I do anything for you?" you ask breathlessly, tugging him upward and kissing his forehead.

“Don’t wanna spoil dinner,” he hums, nuzzling into your chest. “I’ll have you for dessert later.”

The image of Bakugo ravaging you while Kirishima watches, patiently waiting for his turn and teasing the two of you floods into your mind.

Fuck.

After laying on the couch together for a little while, you head home with your groceries after the blissful encounter with Bakugo, letting him continue working. He made sure to give you a long and loving kiss goodbye, followed by a smack on your ass that you’ll be vibrating from the rest of the day.

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It’s the early afternoon - you’ve got a few hours to kill before dinner with the boys. You pull your phone out to text Kirishima, offering to bring him an afternoon pick me up as an excuse to see him.

[you] i dropped by the house earlier to give kat some veggies for dinner. are you busy with any classes right now? i’ll bring you a snack!

[eiji 🥊❤️] sure! swing on by, i’ll be in the upstairs office. 🥰

───

A knock on Kirishima’s office door catches his attention, eyes darting over to you in the doorframe. His smile is instant, his signature big toothy grin plastered on his face when he sees you.

“Hi honey! Come in,” he exclaims, waving you inside. You step in and close the door as he’s wrapping his toned arms around you, peppering your head and cheeks with endless kisses.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you chuckle, finally able to give him a kiss on the lips.

He bends next to your ear, the hand on your back firmly pressing you against his chest. “Just thinkin’ about tonight’s dessert menu.”

How did he know about that?

As if reading your mind, he continues to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Katsuki texted me a little bit ago about how delicious you tasted.”

A moan bubbles in your throat at his words, flustered that Bakugo bragged to Kirishima about eating you out. When did he do that, after you left the house?

“Oh?” You respond meekly, shivering at his heavy breathing on your neck.

“Mhm, somethin' about how pretty your dress looked pushed up around your waist and how cute your moans sounded.”

Holy shit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” is all you can say, trying your damndest not to crumble to the floor. You'd never had any partners brag about you like that in the past. Kirishima’s hand on your back shifts to your hip, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his grasp.

“Wanna give me a taste, too?”

It’s comical how fast you scurry over to Kirishima’s desk, dragging him by the hand and inviting him to touch you. He reaches under your dress, dragging your panties down your legs and letting you step out of them. He pushes you back against the wooden desk, lifting you to sit on the end of it.

“Lay back, I got you,” Kirishima purrs, giving you a steamy kiss while shimmying your dress up your frame. Once he’s satisfied with your lips, he takes a knee to the ground and carefully tugs your hips to the edge of the desk. You do as he says, leaning back and propping yourself up on your elbows.

Kirishima stacks your thighs on his shoulders, halting for a second before his mouth becomes flush with your sticky center. You bite your lip, attempting to keep quiet and not draw attention to anyone in the gym on the first floor. He notices your struggle as he flicks his tongue across your clit, grinning between each twitch of your legs.

He leans back, his ruby eyes sparkling with affection. "Kat was right, baby, you're so sweet."

You knew this wouldn't take long with how riled up you are. Between him and Bakugo, they make you feel like an early 20 something all over again. Their desire for you, together and apart, is hypnotic and thrilling.

"Eiji...," you whimper, running a hand through his fiery mane.

Kirishima chuckles, the vibrations sending lightning bolts through your core, winding the band in your abdomen tighter.

"That's it, just relax and let go for me, angel."

The way your body reacts to his command is immediate - spasming as you rode through your orgasm, clutching the desk beneath you. Kirishima groans, lapping up every drop of your spend while squeezing your thighs playfully. When he finishes, he gives back your underwear and helps you off the desk.

"Head on home. If you stay here any longer, I won't be able to wait until after dinner for more," Kirishima demands, squeezing your waist before kissing you on the cheek and returning to his desk.

You shake your head, attempting to rid your cheeks of the blush on them before leaving the office. When you step outside, your phone dings with a text message.

[katsu 🐯🧡] you better still be wearing that dress tonight.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — even though the three of you have had plenty of fun together by now, being able to get your share of both of them individually is exhilarating. 💜 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent

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141wh0re · 1 month

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"Sugar" Pt 1

Pairings: Simon Ghost Riley x F!141 Reader

Warnings: it's fluffy and cute and sweet.

Summary: Simon finds himself coming to terms with his revelation about the way you make him feel.

AN: Inspired by Sugar by Sleep Token.

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Simon was reclined in his full sized bed, arms lazily slung behind his head, and tired, brown eyes haphazardly focused on the ceiling tiles of his private quarters.

Lost in the dark recesses of his mind, Simon cursed the day he was born. The inky-black tendrils curving about the contours of his brain. Each fissure of his brain harbored the trauma.

How he hated this day. The day he was born. The day that he always spent alone. The day no one knew the significance of. And he kept it that way.

Until you, that is.

The bright, blinding ray of sunshine hovering just meters above his face. A warm smile gracing your soft lips. Small crinkles at the corner of your stunning eyes.

Simon was so lost in the depths of his mind, he hadn't even realized you'd come in. His eyes took in your appearance before he slowly sat up, pulling himself to recline against the headboard of his bed.

"Hey, big guy. I didn't mean to interrupt you," you start in your soft, soothing voice.

Behind his balaclava, his eyes ran the entire length of your form, quickly assessing you. His person.

The one person who could pull him out of his dark thoughts.

"'S nothin' important," he waved off dismissively. "Need somethin', doll?" he asked with an assessing look.

"Well, in a moment, I'll require your person." you answered with a playful smirk.

Unbeknownst to you, the corners of his lips threatened to tug into an amused smirk in response to your playful demeanor

"Wha' for?" he inquired with a calculating look.

You bit your lip in anxious excitement, partially from the brilliant plan you and Johnny concocted and partially due at the off chance you'll put a hint of a smile on Simon's lips.

"You trust me, yeah?" you asked, studying his brown orbs.

Simon almost gave a visceral reaction, instead, he steeled himself and gave a subtle nod, earning a bright grin from you.

"Follow me, big guy," you giggled and offered your hand to him, to which he studied momentarily, letting out a half-annoyed sigh before taking your hand.

"Bend down, you're too tall." you teased, earning a grunt of amusement from him while he obliged your request.

Stepping behind him, your hand was rested on his shoulder, a quiet reminder that it was only you.

Simon's thoughts ran wild, trying to decipher what game you were playing with him. He trusted you implicitly... but that doesn't mean you weren't trouble.

Simon was pulled from his thoughts when he saw the black material in your small hands. He was about to protest before you soothed him in your gentle voice.

""S jus' me, big guy,"

His breath caught in his throat as your hands situated the material on the only slip of skin showing.. his eyes.

Once the blindfold was tied into place, your hand traveled the length of his arm until you stood in front of him, linking your fingers together. Simon immediately relaxed upon feeling the softer, yet slightly roughed up skin of your hands.

He could never understand how you maintained such softness in this career. From your soul to your skin. He never wanted that to change.

Your hands were always the soothing balm his weary soul needed. The few times you have initiated physical contact with your superior and teammate, he's instantly calmed.

His mind would go blank, a quiet peace he's never known before settled within the root of his being when you laid your soft hands on him. Either when you've deliberately touched his hand or the few times you've patched him up on missions.

He humored you by allowing you to guide him through the halls of the base, his mind focused on your hand in his. How perfectly your small hands fit within his palm.

"Doll.. I trust ya, but wha's with the blin'fold?" he asked finally.

You sent his blinded self a smirk when you came to a halt just outside the break room.

"Well.. I hav'ta test ya, now." you mused playfully.

"Do you scare easily, Lt?" you asked with a curious tilt of your head.

Simon stilled upon your question, panic and worry seeped into his bones. For the first time in his entire time knowing you, you'd manage to instill a blind fear into him. Literally.

"Doll.." he warned.

"Okay. That answers my question." you mumbled, feeling a part of your plan crumble between your fingertips.

"Hoist me up, big guy." you demanded, resting his large palms on your hips, to which Simon obliged, almost instinctively.

"Don't you dare drop me, Simon." you playfully warn, sending him a teasing glare.

He didn't even have to see your face to know of the smug smirk encasing your lips.

Simon held you up in his arms, wrapping his burly biceps around your waist, hoisting you up for what? He didn't know.

You locked your legs around his hips, reaching behind him to undo his blindfold.

Simon blinked at you a few times as his vision recovered. Brown, calculating eyes studied between you and the rec room entrance that was completely blacked out at the moment.

His heart stuttered in his, typically,hollow chest when his eyes settled on you. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips as you smiled at him, for once being eye-level with him.

You smirked at him before jutting your chin to the break room door, silently urging him to go in.

He continued holding you to him with such ease, as if you didn't weigh anything.

Simon tried not to focus on the comforting feeling of having you in his arms like this. But he'd be damned if he were going to let this moment pass him by.

He took a cautious step through the threshold, keeping you clutched tightly to him.

An uneasiness crept into the back of his mind as his senses picked up on the feeling that they weren't alone.

"Easy, big guy. Just hit the lights and it'll make sense. Kay?" you reassure him in that gentle voice.

His unease relaxed when he realized you were aware of other people's presence within the room.

He took a deep breath before reluctantly setting you down on your feet and flicking on the lights.

"Happy birthday, Lt!!" Johnny, Kyle, and Nik exclaimed in unison.

John Price and Kate Laswell stood behind the group. John's lips were tilted into an amused grin, his arms firmly crossed over his chest while Kate mirrored his stance.

Simon's initial reaction was to startle from the sudden exclamation but he quickly eased when he felt your hand in his again.

He turned to look at you, his expression still stoic behind his mask, but his eyes glittered with appreciation.

Until you blew a cheesy kazoo in his face and popped a silent confetti tube in his face.

Simon's eyes turned annoyed but you didn't miss the amused puff of air he let out into his mask in response to your antics.

When the rest of the team realized he wasn't going to kill you, they broke out into amused laughter.

"Happy birthday, Simon," you said with the biggest shit-eating grin, feeling triumphant in your ways of successfully pulling off his surprise party.

You gently nudged him toward the group where they all greeted him with a handshake or a clap on the back. Except for Johnny. Who unabashedly wrapped Simon up in a big hug, earning a friendly punch to his shoulder in response.

You sauntered over to Johnny and Gaz, beers in hand, and sat with them at the large round table.

"Seriously, lass, I don't understand how ye pulled that off without gettin' skinned," Johnny chuckled softly with an amused shake of his head.

"If it were us, he'd have our heads!" Gaz said with an incredulous look.

You shrugged nonchalantly and sipped on your beer, "Told ya he loves me."

Simon heard your words as he stood behind you, chatting with John.

He realized then that you were right. As much as he'd never admit it, he did love you.

He developed a taste for your sweetness and he now craved to always be on the receiving end of that flavor you gave.

His person. His sunshine. His sugar.

You were everything he never knew he wanted in life. And you were quickly becoming everything he needed.

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ariespellz · 2 years

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hand holding hcs !!

ft. genshin guys + gn!reader

includes: diluc, xiao, albedo, thoma, zhongli, itto, kaeya, childe.

one, two, three.

cw: fluff, established relationship, me simping (kinda), mentions of blood and battles, it gets kinda angsty in kaeya's (not too much. god im so in love with him it's unhealthy).

A/N: THEM!!! also this got progressively more informal KDHZJSBS sorry abt that lol. and sorry for having parts longer than others ://

DILUC

top tier hand holding. bless his soul.

his hands are warm due to his vision. they're big and strong, and his palms are a bit rough.

he also has some scars, most of them he'd rather not talk about.

"just... and accident" he'd reply softly, clearing his throat.

some others are from small falls he had as a kid, or from training.

he doesn't like the scars at all, so if you were to tell him something positive about them, his cheeks would turn pink (please compliment them).

he's not the fondest of PDA but hand holding is one of the few things he'll do in public

when it's just the two of you it's better, though. he'll take his gloves off and smile when you interlace his fingers in yours :'))

you know the rubbing thumb thing?? yeah he does that

it's just something ingrained in his brain, really. his father did it when he was only a child, taking walks with him through the forest whenever the adult had some time to spare.

to him, hand holding is sacred. it just feels so intimate in a way he can't quite describe. fingers interlocked, little glances you sometimes steal the other, and your light giggles when you catch him.

OH and he's totally the type to lean down and kiss the reverse of your hand

with EYE CONTACT

makes your knees wobbly every. single. time.

and he knows that

so he only does it behind closed doors. to save you from the embarrassment (and totally not because he can't help the smirk tugging at his lips and the small laugh that scapes his lips when you cover your face with the free hand)

(yeah definitely not that)

you were the one initiating the contact the first time.

you see him all suave and mysterious and cool

but the first time you held his hand?? he almost combusts right there

you were walking home after a dinner out. it was your second date together and the opportunity just presented itself when he suggested taking a stroll instead of using a carriage.

and you just... went for it when he accidentally brushed his hand against yours.

you had some mercy and didn't interlace fingers.

but still. WOW. the reaction was immediate. you could hear a sharp breath and a shivering exhale. if it wasn't for the silence that accompanied the night, you were sure you wouldn't have heard it.

but it also was the night and it's darkness that you couldn't clearly see his raging blush. you two were lucky he didn't accidentally set anything on fire.

the redness extended from the apples of his cheeks, to the tip of his ears, to his neck and collarbones.

and the fluttering in his belly, which had been bothering him the entire afternoon, was going wild.

he couldn't LOOK at you. he was scared that you could hear his heartbeat. humiliating.

for him of course. you had the time of your life teasing him (and it was also cute so it's a win-win)

"is something the matter, master diluc?" you ask feigning innocence, a cheeky smile adorning your face "you don't look too good. perhaps you have fever?"

"i am perfectly fine, (y/n). thank you." he muttered through gritted teeth after a long silence. you just giggled in response.

good thing he didn't get to see the flush adorning your face, and how you had to bite back the loving sigh that threatened to leave your lips.

archons. you were down bad.

XIAO

he won't initiate it but he won't stop you either (a.k.a he's too proud to let you see how soft it makes him)

"you mortals are weird" he scoffs. you don't fail to notice that he doesn't even try to pull away.

and that he won't meet your gaze.

his hands are so pretty omg. slender fingers that would look delicate if it wasn't for the sheer strength they have.

that's one of the reasons he's hesitant to touch you.

PDA with him is non existent. zero. maybe some acts or service, or the obvious way he favours you over anyone else present.

but there won't be a single touch that could confirm that.

(you swear you can see zhongli smirking behind his cup of tea, eyes flickering between the two of you full of amusement. oh, and archons forgive that hu tao's there, ready to point out the way his gaze softens when he hears your voice.)

the lack of contact in front of others is nothing to get worried over

it's just that he's kinda clueless when it comes to affection.

specially physical one.

but he's willing to try just to see you happy.

you don't initiate much either, considering how private he is.

to be completely honest, if he allows you to freely touch him without any grumbling (let alone hold his hand) it means that he's completely and absolutely smitten

you're the only one he could ever commit to. someone whose only purpose is to kill, to harm, to get his hands stained with blood. the same ones you're now cradling in yours, brushing your thumb lovingly over his knuckles, after practically begging him to take off his gloves, just to feel him.

"these hands have taken countless lives" he says, voice stern "why would you want to hold them?"

and he looks so genuinely confused.

golden eyes, perfect porcelain skin, teal hair moving with the breeze, watching the sunset in wangshuu inn's roof.

he feels himself melt. muscles relaxing for the first time in centuries.

and the way he looked at you, even if it was just for a moment. so full of love. so full of devotion.

you may or may not have had to sneakily dry a tear after that.

ALBEDO

hmm

he's a wild card

maybe because he doesn't really care

it's not like he dislikes it (not at all) it's just that it feels so casual, so natural to him that he doesn't see the point in lingering in the thought for too long.

his hands are perfect. they were carved to be like that, after all.

soft palms, slender fingers, and clean, perfect nails.

his digits grazing your skin feel like kisses covering every inch they touch.

even if the gesture isn't a big deal for him, it feels comforting. he won't really hesitate to take your hand in his while walking around dragonspine, or while taking a stroll in the city.

he silently slides his digits between yours. the usual between you two. you were taking a different path home today, after an afternoon in his lab.

"so you don't get lost" he says. you know that's not the real reason, but no words are needed.

he was the one who suggested it first.

"just to see how it feels" or some bullshit excuse like that.

lies. it was because he read it in a romance book LMAO

don't even get me started on how kaeya wouldn't stop mercilessly teasing him about it after he caught him reading it. twice.

"this is nice. we should do it more often" he suggests with a straight face.

your lips inevitably quirk upwards.

"yeah," you mutter, feeling your face heat up "we should."

he likes it. that's it.

not a big deal.

but, just a secret between you and me...

...he'd only ever do it with you

ZHONGLI

average hand holding enjoyer

seriously though. this man will NOT let go of your hand

(unless you ask ofc. but you probably won't lol)

going for a walk around liyue harbour? he's holding your hand. filling paperwork for a funeral? he's holding your hand with his free one. dinner out? hand holding OVER THE TABLE‼️ the waitress is swooning (it was me. i was the waitress/hj)

what can i say. a gentleman.

he's so natural with PDA, too. does not give a single fuck about who's watching.

oh and HIS HANDS

lord have mercy

we must stay focused brothers

they're strong and veiny, but also slim at the same time. for someone who as slaughtered hundreds, if not thousands, he has a surprisingly low amount of marks.

he heals fast. he's a god.

you may notice a few scratches if you look closely, but that's about it. he doesn't hesitate to tell you the full story if you ask for it.

"oh, that one?" he let out a low chuckle "it was a long time ago..."

yeah, get ready. he likes to ramble.

but his stories are interesting and you love to listen, sooo

just like diluc, he's 1000% the type to kiss the back of your hand.

he'll lean down, golden eyes boring through yours, digits holding your hand in place, and place a chaste kiss right in the middle.

dancing with him ugh<3

as stated before, he does NOT hesitate to do it in public. if hu tao or childe are there, get ready.

anyway back to the point.

he also does the thumb rubbing thing.

i don't know how to describe it but his hands are always the right temperature.

you'd have to be the one to do it the first time.

it's not that he doesn't want to, its more of a what if you don't want to.

so, you were walking around liyue harbour, and it was really busy

he's really tall, so you would've been able to find him if you two got separated

but it was the perfect opportunity to grab his hand.

when you suggested it he smiled softly and let you decide how you wanted it.

"the scenery is beautiful today, isn't it?"

"indeed, it is" he answered. he, however, could only look at you.

probably one of the best hand holders in teyvat ngl.

THOMA

THIS ONE

THIS ONE RIGHT HERE

your hand is always entangled with his

but it's less casual and more... passionate

going for walks in the nature, he'll interlock your fingers with his

he'll kiss the back of your hand, yeah, but hear me out:

he'll kiss your palm while looking at you in the eye.

dunno about you jut i'd just MELT

oh and going around through the market, buying groceries?? you WILL dangle your conjoined hands back and forth

it's so cute PLS the vendors have a heartache every time they see you two.

(honestly same)

he's a PDA guy. he's a private person, as extroverted as he can be, but he loves showing you off because he knows you're so cool and great and yadda yadda yadda

he also knows your worth

also!! imagine having a hotpot with the kamisatos at komore teahouse.

he's ambidextrous (a hc of mine) so he'll hold his chopsticks in one hand and yours in the other.

ayaka is practically fantasizing and sighing adoringly while ayato is being a dick teasing you

"my, thoma! i didn't take you for a showoff" ayato says. "when's the wedding?"

ayaka lightly taps his thigh, annoyance written all over her face. thoma just chuckled, tightening his grip.

his hands are rough thanks to all the work, but still delicate in some way. careful and precise, long fingers and veiny forearms. he also manages to always have his nails perfect?? clean and the right length.

same as diluc, his vision makes them warm.

he initiated it the first time.

"can i hold your hand, (y/n)?" he asked. it was your first date and he had just picked you up. nothing too formal, just a walk around the city at night.

your heart was racing, and you were sure your palms were sweaty.

and his emerald eyes flickered nervously, not quite connecting with yours

and his beautiful smile was trembling a bit with excitement

and his cheeks and the tip of his ears were colored pink

"sure, i'd love to." you couldn't contain the happy giggle that scaped your lips because oh my god you were holding thoma's hand.

another one who does the thumb thing

ladies, gentlemen and nobles of the court he is the PERFECT MAN. his hand holding will make you ascent to celestia.

ITTO

he's a passionate one that's for sure

sometimes he's a bit too passionate, and you have to ask him to calm down (otherwise he might just break your hand lmao)

oni stuff we don't get it

his hands are huge, and warm, and full of scars, and nghhh please i wanna hold his hand and kiss the marks

most of them are from doing dumb shit lol

shinobu always gets you to treat his scratches because she knows he won't resist you (an that he actually listens to you)

big PDA guy.

he OWNS it

he could make out with you in the middle of a busy street as long as you wanted him to

so it goes without saying that his hands are ALWAYS on you

but he specially loves to hold your hand

it feels so romantic to him hehe <3

it makes him lightheaded and his stomach fill with butterflies

he feels so joyous that he always chuckles when you do it

"so we don't get separated" you'd excuse yourself.

unpopular opinion YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE TO DO IT

yes his love language is physical touch, yes he was shy about it. so what?

you were in a beetle fight, the two of you cheering for your onikabuto to win.

and then...

it did!

you weren't officially dating yet, so kissing him was out of the question (even if you really wanted to, just by hearing his cheery laugh and seeing his adorable smile)

instead, you picked one of his hands with both of yours, looked up to him and thanked him

"see?" he stammered, trying to play it cool "what did i tell ya? the small ones are the best!"

he scratched the back of his head with his free hand, avoiding eye contact. he was a stuttering, babbling mess. face reddened, heartbeat quickening, and hands sweating.

it didn't take him long to ask you out after that.

loves to touch you and loves hand holding. totally worth it.

KAEYA

you'd assume he does it a lot

WRONG

wait not too wrong

he loves to touch you (same as itto, he's all over you) but hand holding somehow feels vulnerable to him

which means it makes him shy

hands holding your waist? cool. an arm draped over your shoulders? nothing out of the ordinary. his palm on your thighs, caressing and grabbing the flesh? how daring! still nothing new.

but your fingers toying with his? his thumb brushing over your knuckles? to feel your grip tighten or soften depending on the mood?

holy shit he's malfunctioning

because yes, he can be a smooth talker. a flirt. someone who's handsome and knows it.

he'll be as cool as a cucumber as long as it's not intimate.

because kaeya's heart its surrounded by an everlasting blizzard. because he's scared of commitment, of intimacy.

because he's scared of attachment, but even more scared of loneliness.

so he'll play it off with lingering touches that feel burning on your skin. with fingertips stoking your back. with a playful kiss on your cheek.

he wants to be liked, but he can't be important.

so when the touch is innocent, genuine, caring. when you allow yourself to wear your heart on your sleeve just for him.

it's when you see past the façade.

"oh." he gasped softly. thank barbatos the street was practically empty. you can feel his muscles tense for a second, but he doesn't waste a second to chuckle and dissimulate it with faux-confidence "feeling needy, aren't we?"

you just roll your eyes. what a guy.

still!! not as big on PDA as you initially assumed. if you're in a flirting/first dates phase, he might be a bit more public.

the moment it becomes official, he's more lowkey.

the grannies and grandpa's of mond remind you two how lucky you are to have each other.

OK OK BACK TO THE POINT

you were the first one to hold his hand (go get him tiger)

diluc had knocked on your door one day at around two in the morning.

"that guy is drunk and i don't want him making a mess" he had said. judging by the look on his face, he meant something like "im worried about him but i don't want him to know".

so, you tidied yourself as much as you could and went to angel's share.

the walk to his home was torture. he would not stop whining with his face in the crook of your neck.

at one point you got frustrated and told him to stop. your voice came out colder than you wanted and you instantly regretted it.

"i'm sorry. please don't leave me."

you heard your heart break. not wanting to push his boundaries, you settled for taking his hands in yours.

"i won't, i promise." you sighed. "let's get you home, then, yeah?"

"...yeah."

needless to say, he had a lot to think about the next day, when he saw you sleeping on his couch.

your response to his vulnerability was what made the difference for him.

CHILDE

childe would love nothing more than to spend his whole life with his hands on you.

but he can't.

PDA with him has to be settled to a minimum. the last thing he wants is to let any of those ten menaces and their minions to know just how important you are to him.

that's why holding hands is the most he'll do in public

when he's sober, at least.

due to the cold, it's the usual in snezhnaya to hold hands. not even in the romantic sense. just another way to maintain the heat.

so he doesn't really see it as something that intimate or relevant.

he does like it, though

specially with you.

he does this thing when he grabs your wrist and expects you to do the rest just so he can tease you for it and 'gaslight you' into believing you were the one holding him

"aw, (y/n), do you really like me that much, hm?

"not this again, please."

#Free(Y/N)

ANYWAYS his hand is always in yours, similar to zhongli or thoma.

unless his co-workers are nearby.

noone really knows who did it first.

you were going for a stroll one day and tried it at the exact same time.

an "accident".

(he saw you staring at his hand and tried to make it less awkward by doing that)

(king shit)

his hands are veiny and also a bit bony?? (is that a thing lol)

slim and long fingers

his palms are softer than you'd expect. he always wears gloves while training

still, he has a lot of scars. mostly cuts and scratches.

contrary to popular belief, he's not fond of his scars. he likes the stories that go behind them, and the experience they give him.

but god forbid that any of his younger siblings see them. specially teucer.

"i think they look good on you" you complimented one day, kissing them one by one. "it's in character of you."

he smiled softly, sliding his digits between yours "i think you look good in everything."

man that was SMOOTH /j

hand holding is a big deal in snezhnaya because of how common it is.

so he'll use it as an excuse not to let you go.

what a dork. i want to marry him.

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Masterlist of my “12 Days of Fandom” recs, inspired by this post. As always, please check the tags and author's notes before reading. Enjoy!

🔸 Terminal Lucidity by @romaine2424 (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated G, 3K) This bittersweet fic has Harry putting his abilities as Master of Death to good use by comforting those close to death themselves. We see him at work here, adeptly easing the way for someone dear to him with compassion and care. I found this story incredibly moving and a beautiful portrait of family ties in the face of an impending loss. Featuring older, established Drarry and the Black-Malfoy family.

🔹 Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (Drarry, rated E, 46K) Gorgeously and vividly written, this university rowing AU drew me in right from the get-go, despite the fact that Muggle AUs are not my typical cuppa. The enemies-to-lovers tension is perfectly paced as Harry and Draco fight for the same spot on the Oxford team. Citrusses did a fantastic job translating their backgrounds and personalities (as well as those of other familiar characters from the books) into this world. Class divisions and the pressure of a highly-public sporting event stand in very effectively for Harry’s canon experiences. All in all, the story has the poignancy and drama of a lush coming of age film, and I can’t recommend it highly enough!

🔸 The Pile by @b-vul (Drarry, not rated, about 1.5K) This hilarious ficlet was born out of littlewinnow’s tumblr post about Veela!Harry performing an intricate mating dance to impress Draco. Delightfully, it’s from Harry’s POV as he blindly “trusts his instincts” to guide him into increasingly bizarre actions. And the evolution of Draco’s reaction is pure comedy gold. I’ve come back to reread this one a couple of times, and it never fails to have me in stitches. (The tumblr thread also contains adorable art by regretfulcorrine!)

🔹 Shine on, You Crazy Diamond by @lagerloutfic (Drarry, HD Mpreg Fest, rated E, 42K) This is one of those fics that you can’t stop reading once you start (something I confirmed this morning when I went to skim through it for this rec and wound up spending a few happy hours devouring the entire thing again). It’s laugh-out-loud funny and deliciously smutty, with a full cast of delightful side characters and just the right amount of feelings. The story begins with the discovery of Draco’s surprise pregnancy, then switches to a long flashback of Harry’s gay awakening and his fast sexual/slow emotional burn relationship with Draco. The entire fic has a joyful feel—banter-filled pub nights, chaotic family dinners, audacious curse breaking—culminating in the baby’s arrival, which left me in happy tears and wishing for another 40K of this fabulous story. Featuring confident Harry, supportive friends & family, hot Charlie, and some shamelessly kinky Unspeakables.

🔸 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (Draco/Ron/Harry, Dronarry Fest, rated E, 16K) Draco/Ron/Harry is not a ship I’d ventured into before I read this fic, but I’m so glad I did! Sweet’s writing always hits the right spot in my brain, and her alternating POVs and spot-on characterizations of all three boys are delightful. I especially loved Ron’s sexy self-assurance here. The unique magical theory around sentient houses is fascinating and ultimately poignant, once Draco gets to the root cause of the Burrow’s behavior. Sweet-sorrow surely lived up to her username with this one, weaving grief with humor and a heartwarming resolution.

🔹 Harry Potter Gets a Job (A 106-Page Comic) by dustmouth (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated M) Dustmouth’s comics never miss, I swear! In this one, we find Harry overcoming his distrust of Draco with the help of the Weasleys, especially Ron (who is definitely up to something himself). All of my favorite Dustmouth elements are here: the expressive characters, Draco’s wild wardrobe choices, and punchy dialogue galore. Also featuring drunken shenanigans at the Burrow, adorable Teddy, and some first-class Slytherin-ing by Draco to win his man (and find Harry that job). What a treat!

🔸 the earth from a distance by spqr (Drarry, rated E, 15K) A whirlwind time-travel fic with breezy humor, bedsharing, and spqr’s unmatched smut with feelings… What more could you ask for in a fic? Oh, yeah: fantastic worldbuilding for Hogwarts in 1599, brilliantly clever Draco, and a dash of enemies to lovers. I can never get enough of this author!

🔹 A Year In The Life by @ladderofyears (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated M, 19K) I swear, the author conjured a little bit of magic to write this story. It’s told entirely with 50-word microfics, one journal entry for each day of 2006 (an impressive feat, by itself!), and yet it reads just as smoothly as any traditional fic. Draco’s voice is perfect here, full of wit and subtle emotion, as his and Harry’s developing romance takes a sharp turn with an unexpected pregnancy. Draco’s anticipation, worry, and joy are mixed with deftly-chosen details of his daily life, all captured with Emma’s trademark tenderness and warmth. This fic is a perfect comfort read for family feels and gentle romance.

🔸 try to fix you by @maesterchill (Harry/Ron/Hermione, HP Snooze Fest, rated M, 2K) A beautifully and tenderly written hurt/comfort fic set in the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts. Ron is the glue that holds the trio together here, caring for Harry and Hermione with gentle devotion. There’s no dialogue needed to tell this story, just Ron’s perceptive POV that captures the grief and love that compel him. I have a soft spot for this triad forming immediately after the war, as a way of holding onto each other and holding themselves together. Maester’s fic makes their transition from friends to lovers feel like the first step towards healing.

🔹 The Scent of Soft Rains by @dodgerkedavra (Drarry, HD Career Fair, rated E, 20K) When Harry is left housebound and isolated by a traumatic injury, magical prosthetist Draco gets called into help. But Harry’s struggles go far beyond the physical ones. This recovery fic combines magical and non-magical therapeutic treatments in a way I can’t remember reading before. The hurt/comfort is just as it should be—both heart-wrenching and soothing—but there are enough surprising revelations to keep the story from feeling predictable. Draco is wonderfully unflinching and patient, and the ending left me crying happy tears. With lovely, restrained prose and vivid magical imagery, this one’s an absolute stunner.

🔸 Connecting Lines, Connecting Crimes by @sleepstxtic (Drarry, H/D Career Fair, rated M, 15K) With its intriguing careers, fascinating magical theory, and well-researched worldbuilding, this story captured my attention immediately, and the mystery at the heart of it kept me engrossed. This was one of the more thought-provoking fics I’ve had the pleasure of reading, exploring the intersection of magic, the environment, and colonialism. Harry’s first-person POV is lovely, and it feels like we’re learning to love India and the people he meets along with him. The getting-back-together romance is gentle but satisfying, propelled by pent-up yearning that’s palpable. There’s so much to enjoy here, all in only 15K words!

🔹 Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Drarry, H/D Wireless Fest, rated E, 22K) The first word that comes to mind while reading this fic is charming. First there’s the novel setting: a Christmas shop in the tourist destination of Cheddar Gorge, in the middle of a July heatwave. Next, there’s the shop itself, so imaginatively described and full to the brim with clever Muggle and magical details. Then there are the delightful OCs, Draco’s seemingly unhinged enthusiasm for all things Christmas (including ridiculous jumpers), and Harry’s complete disregard for professional behavior. But underneath the playful banter and humor, there’s also a layer of poignancy to tug at the heartstrings, especially when we find out the backstories behind Harry’s and Draco’s unlikely careers. And to top it all off, like the glowing star on the tree, are Joy’s exuberant, colorful illustrations. This is a Christmas-y fic I’d reread any time of the year.

Thanks to all these brilliant creators for sharing their work with us!

Happy New Year!

#12 days of fandom #2023 favorites #drarry #dronarry #harry/ron/hermione #fic recs

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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: 7K Notable Tags: Established Relationship, Daddy Kink, Light Dom/Sub, Surprise Roleplay, Crossdressing, Feminization (!!!!), Age Difference, Breeding Kink, Butt Plugs/Sex Toys, Manhandling, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink (!!!!!!), Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Breathplay, Dirty Talk, Pregnancy Kink (!!!!) A/N: Y'all...😮‍💨 This shit is wild. I'm so horny for these two and for this specific kink, it's craaaaaaazy. How have we never indulged in Senator and Breeding Kink?? This might be my favorite thing I've ever written for them and I can't wait to hear what you think. This fic is entirely dedicated to @vilkasdaina since she was the one that requested it. Extra lub to @the-iceni-bitch and @maddiewritesstucky for hyping me up when I needed it most. I hope you enjoy. 🧡 Read here on Ao3.

Bucky thought his hands were trembling as he was cutting up carrots and potatoes, steaming Steve’s dress shirts, and fluffing the pillows on his bed, but that’s nothing compared to the tremor of them when he hears the senator opening the door to his apartment.

The shake of his fingers as he tied the frilly white apron around his waist, his waist while wearing a dress, is a very close second though.

Bucky has but a second to consider how long he’s been thinking of this moment, how long it’s been brewing in his mind. He’s spent months planning this daydream out, from hyping himself up into going to the extreme, to ensuring that this was the perfect Friday to execute his plan.

Every single thing is perfect so far: how easy it was to get into Steve’s apartment, how unrushed he felt throughout the chore list, how delectable both dinner (pot roast) and dessert (red velvet cake) look and smell. Even the dress he borrowed from Wanda fit him perfectly, black and cinched at the waist and low-cut.

“I hate you. You look better in this dress than I do. How is that possible?”

She even believed him when he said it was for some Halloween party on campus. He couldn’t bring himself to buy a new pair of heels but he is wearing stockings underneath this dress, one on each leg, and that will just have to do.

Every single aspect of the night has worked out flawlessly and yet here Bucky is about to faint wondering what Steve’s reaction is going to be. He has to like it. Right? Bucky’s been taking hints all the way back from when they were merely boss and employee, comments about coming home to a warm meal and wishing he had someone to come home to and to take care of him, how his ma would do the same for his father before he passed away.

Steve is a man who wants to be taken care of, pampered.

And Bucky is just delusional enough to provide that for him, even if it is but for a night. There’s no option left but to follow through and do it well.

He’s pulling the roast out of the oven with shaky hands when Steve walks into the kitchen.

“Hi honey,” Bucky purrs, surprised at his own sultry tone, the false confidence it’s laced with. “I hope you’re hungry.”

The look Steve gives him from the doorway of his kitchen floods Bucky’s mind and body with almost too many emotions. The senator is hungry indeed, eyes blazing as he takes in the situation before him, no doubt Bucky’s attire. Surprise is evident on his face, as is confusion.

Bucky places the roast onto the stovetop, checks the temperature of it to ensure its doneness, turns back towards Steve.

Steve looks at him, unmoving and critical. Bucky anticipated this moment, this moment where Steve plays along or calls it off. He gives him a moment to take everything in, to make decisions for himself on whether or not Bucky has gone too far or if he wants to continue. Bucky can almost hear his questions from here, can hear that brilliant mind working overtime.

Steve is rarely caught off guard and Bucky can already feel himself growing addicted to making this a frequent occurrence.

One thing is for certain— Steve looks like a housewife’s wet dream. It feels like he takes up every extra inch of space in this kitchen, both with his physical presence and dominating air. A charcoal-colored suit, a crisp white dress shirt, a tasteful tie; Bucky wants to unwrap him button by button. His suit is perfectly rumpled, his hair windswept, his cheeks flushed. He looks like he needs to be taken care of and something deep deep within Bucky reacts.

He ignores it mostly, but capitalizes on the opportunity in front of him.

He makes his way across the kitchen towards the older man on shaky feet, stops when he is toe to toe with him. The way Steve looks at him is unnerving, predatory. He’s in Bucky’s head already, is affecting him physically too. He feels himself stir between his legs, his dick filling out under the silk of the women’s panties he’s wearing. The excitement is almost too much to contain, his body interpreting it as sexual excitement.

It probably is.

He indulges in his urges and clenches down around the plug buried in his ass.

It’s definitely sexual excitement.

He reaches forward on his tippy-toes, places a kiss onto Steve’s bearded cheek. When he pulls back Steve continues to fill the air with silence. Bucky chooses to reach for Steve’s shoulder bag, taking it from his body and placing it in its designated spot on its hook a few steps away. His heart hammers against his chest when he makes his way back towards Steve.

It batters overtime against his ribcage when the senator startles him with a burly arm wrapped tightly around his waist, with a tug and a squeeze that results in his entire front being pressed deliciously to the older man’s own.

“Smells delicious,” he purrs against Bucky’s mouth, hand quickly wandering down to his ass draped in silky material. Bucky’s heart soars elatedly, his mouth parting to make way for his breathing picking up. When Steve’s big fingers dig into the meat of his ass, kneading, Bucky can’t help but gasp. He feels smaller like this, in this roleplay and dressed more femininely. He’s tempted to drop to his knees right here and call the whole thing off to suck Steve off, but he worked too hard for this. He has to stay focused.

He lets himself gasp again, this time in more of a shocked manner, pushes at Steve’s chest as he turns his cheek away from Steve’s mouth.

“No sir, not in the kitchen and not after I’ve worked so hard on dinner,” he breathily tells him, voice full of fake scandal before he turns his attention back towards the stove. As with every other moment spent with the senator, he fails to remember and anticipate just how intoxicating the man’s physical presence and pushiness is. He takes a few deep breaths as he pulls a rocks glass out of the cabinet and makes his way to Steve’s liquor selection.

“Did you have a good day?” Bucky asks lightly, working to pour a generous amount of scotch into the glass he retrieves. He moves towards the fridge, grabs a sphere of ice specific for drinking liquor. It’s quite fancy if you ask Bucky, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he found them in Steve’s freezer.

“It was…” Steve starts, saddling up to the kitchen island. “It was a lot actually. I wasn’t sure it was going to end.”

Bucky’s chest pulls tight. He brings Steve his glass, places it in his hand before turning his attention back to dinner.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Midterms are such a stressful time, understandably so. You have nothing to worry about, you know this.”

The reassurance flows from Bucky easily and with purpose and honesty. He knows how stressed Steve has been over the past few weeks and he knows that stress will only compress and grow as they get closer and closer to election day. This is the main reason Bucky chose this time to follow through with his plan.

Steve sighs heavily once Bucky has spoken, a tiny thrill running through him when Steve immediately takes a drink from his glass. He could get addicted to this.

“I do know this. There’s just both some uncertainty and some big changes that this election could bring. Some pretty important states have been putting in the work. It could be big. Texas with a Democratic governor? Can you imagine?”

Bucky hums, plating up the roast, potatoes, and carrots rather artfully on two of Steve’s dinner plates. He doesn’t have enough time in the world nor the focus at the current moment to dwell on and analyze the reasoning behind how easy this interaction feels. There’s no awkwardness, no unpleasant tension. It’s as natural as any other interaction they have when he’s in Steve’s apartment. Except this time, he’s wearing a dress and has spent the day cleaning Steve’s apartment and not eating greasy pizza in his underwear on Steve’s couch.

“Honestly, no. But there’s hope with Beto. His campaign is one that should be studied and used as an example for all future candidates, governor or not.”

He gracefully makes his way to the dining table, two plates in hand, Steve following him curiously and slowly. He had set the table just a few minutes before Steve arrived home from work and Steve seems impressed, a raise of his eyebrows once he sees the lit candles. When Bucky goes to make his way back to the kitchen, Steve stands in his way. He doesn’t move. Bucky knows then that small talk and mindless conversation are over.

When he tips his chin to look up at Steve, he can almost taste the scotch on the older man’s breath. His dick comes back to life, twitching in his panties. The senator’s eyes dance as he drinks in Bucky’s face, his appearance. Bucky goes almost cross-eyed when a hand casually rises to cup the side of Bucky’s neck, Steve stepping forward, closing what is left of the gap between them.

“You tryin’ to romance me, sugar?” he inquires softly, voice but a gruff whisper. Bucky wants to kiss him, wants to melt even further into the older man’s dominant embrace, his chest, his body.

Get it together.

“You deserve it,” Bucky dutifully responds with, almost positive Steve can feel his erection against his body. Steve’s own is dizzyingly heavy against Bucky’s belly. He immediately wishes the plug buried between his cheeks were replaced with that cock. He forces himself to reel in his kiss, placing a dreadfully chaste one on the senator’s lips before slipping around him and into the kitchen.

“Go ahead and sit down. Everything is ready.”

Bucky isn’t sure how he’ll make it through dinner. Especially with the other plans he has in mind; he won’t survive those .

When he turns back to the table, Steve has seated himself and made himself comfortable, having taken off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of his chair. Bucky suppresses the urge to moan when Steve takes the time to unbutton his cuffs and rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms. He could get off to that and that alone on repeat, he swears.

Bucky reaches behind himself and unties his apron, also drapes that across the back of his chair. Bucky can only describe the look Steve gives him as predatory. It devours him, feels like a physical touch that has his breath hitching in his chest.

Fucking hell.

“Is that a new dress?”

The question feels as if Steve’s stroking him off.

Bucky nods his head as he takes a seat in his chair.

“It is, I was…was hoping you’d notice. Do you like it?”

The last part slips out of Bucky’s mouth before he can contain it. He shouldn’t have to desperately seek out Steve’s approval, no matter how flustered he may be. The senator would reprimand him for this line of thinking, for Bucky not communicating with him, but…he’s working on it.

He regrets his question up to the point where Steve reaches beneath the table and openly adjusts his erection.

“I think you look fucking divine.”

“Oh.”

Bucky is sure his blush creeps down his neck.

“I think that if you didn’t work so hard on this dinner, I’d toss you on this table and eat you for supper.”

“Steve.”

“Honey, my dick is so—”

“Steven,” Bucky damn near begs, overwhelmed by the senator’s words and the plug he’s wearing and his dick wrapped in satin. “This is not appropriate dinner talk. Watch your mouth. Please .”

He thinks it’s what a housewife would say. Surely a housewife wouldn’t let her husband talk about fucking her at dinner. And that’s what Bucky is tonight, a housewife. He’s playing a role tonight.

He takes a deep breath before continuing, grounding himself by placing his palms flat on the table. After a few seconds he looks up and over at the senator to find him already devouring him, his eyes roving over Bucky’s nearly nude chest. His nipples harden in an instant, pebbling up at the attention. It is more than distracting.

Without another word yet still communicating his desires by eye fucking Bucky into oblivion, Steve picks up his fork and knife and digs in.

Thank God.

Bucky shouldn’t be startled by the moan Steve lets out, but he is. It’s dripping in eroticism, it’s guttural, it’s pleasure. It’s food, he has to remind himself as he watches Steve savor his bite on his tongue. Bucky shoves his own bite into his mouth, first one and then another, just so he has something to do with his mouth other than beg for the senator’s cock.

“Buck, honey,” Steve moans, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to work another bite onto his fork. “This is incredible. You made this?”

The pleasure brought on by the senator’s compliments is unmatched. Bucky feels as if time slows, as if his head fills with wisp after wisp of cotton candy sweetness. He’s finding it infinitely more difficult to stay focused, but he nods his head.

“Mhmm,” he murmurs, swallowing his own bite before reaching for his wine glass. “Started it this morning.”

Bucky doesn’t miss the twinkle in Steve’s eye at the subtle confirmation that Bucky has indeed been in the senator’s apartment all damn day. He knows it, Bucky sees this, but he blessedly plays along, Bucky’s dick hard for this roleplay and this banter.

“How have you spent your day, sweetheart? What’d you do while Daddy was away at work?”

Bucky barely manages to swallow his bite of carrots.

“Umm, I…well, I did the laundry and steamed your shirts, made the bed. I vacuumed and tidied up around the house. I went to the store and got the things I needed for dinner and dessert. I—”

“Bucky.”

Bucky immediately feels like he’s done something wrong.

“Y-yes?”

“If you tell me you made red velvet cake for dessert I’ll—”

“Of course I made red velvet cake for dessert.”

“— marry you right here.”

Bucky’s cheeks burn bright red as he looks down at his plate to push a few pieces of potatoes around. He snatches up the opportunity to solidify what it is they’re doing here, what Bucky hopes Steve is understanding in full.

“Don’t be ridiculous— we’re already married.”

When his eyes meet Steve’s, he’s almost certain he’s going to reach across the table and snatch Bucky up to sit him on his cock. There have been few times in their relationship where Steve has looked so furiously hungry, where Bucky can see his purely sexual thoughts written all over his features. His eyes burn like fire, his breathing is damn near ragged. His neck is even flushed.

Bucky needs to add Steve’s reaction to him saying they’re married to the list of things to analyze later.

They share a heady look with one other, the two of them visibly trembling with their need to break character but to also keep moving forward with the hottest thing they’ve ever embarked on together. Steve is the first to break the tense silence.

“You spent all day taking care of me? Taking care of our home?”

Bucky mindlessly takes another bite of the roast on his plate. It melts on his tongue. He did do a good job.

“Of course I did; that’s what I’m supposed to do. You work hard every day and deserve to have everything you want at home. You deserve to be taken care of, Daddy.”

A noise deep in Steve’s chest reaches Bucky’s ears at the same time Steve’s fork lands loudly on his plate.

“Bucky. Fuck, I need—”

He reaches forward, grasping up Bucky’s chin and pulling. His own fork lands as loudly as Steve’s did on his plate. He tries hard to shake his jaw free of the senator’s grip. Hell will freeze over before he doesn’t follow through with every aspect of his roleplay, no matter how desperate he is, no matter how thick with arousal his brain is.

“No! Steve, no. Not at dinner, not here. This wasn’t…this wasn’t the plan.”

“Fuck this plan, Bucky. You’re killin’ me, baby. Just—” Steve tries, voice rough as he litters Bucky’s cheeks, his jaw, with wet kisses. Bucky whines.

“Steve, no.”

It’s more the word no than his tone that does it, his whine morphing into something stern, strong enough to force the senator to pull his head back with a groan. His temple presses against Bucky’s own. His chest heaves as he collects himself. One more part of this roleplay is important to Bucky, one more part. He needs to follow through with it and he needs to make it quick. The senator doesn’t wait for anyone and Bucky knows he’s used his one chance to reel him back in.

Steve pulls his head back to run his nose along Bucky’s hairline, the move making Bucky feel like prey, yet somehow intensely comforting. He waits a moment before speaking again.

“You’re showin’ me so much fuckin’ skin, Buck.”

“I know, it’s…it’s a lot.”

A hand curls around Bucky’s knee under the table, fingers toying with the hem of his dress and the lacy top of his stocking.

“No— it’s perfect.”

He presses a kiss to Bucky’s cheek before he can respond, clearing his throat and adjusting himself. Bucky attempts to pull himself together as well, crossing his legs and reaching for his wine glass before taking a sip and reaching for his fork. His hand still shakes but there’s nothing he can do about that, he’s decided. He clenches desperately around his plug, a shiver running up his spine in impatient anticipation.

“So you spent your day tidying up, doing some chores?” Steve asks, making a valiant attempt at trying to steer the two of them back towards the direction that Bucky has requested.

“Mhmm, but that’s boring. Tell me more about your day. What’s been on your plate lately? It’s such an exciting time.”

Steve does just that, sharing with him his back-to-back meetings and appearances. Of course Bucky is aware of most of the things that fill the senator’s days, Bucky himself being a part of some of these meetings and events. But it’s been so long since the two of them have actually sat down to talk about their day. They don’t tend to do that, Bucky reminds himself. Bucky finds out what Steve’s up to outside of meetings he’s a part of through trying to figure out when to squeeze in a quickie.

So, it’s nice to hear Steve discuss what he’s involved with, what’s on his mind and how he is feeling. It’s wildly domestic and Bucky’s dick doesn’t soften in the slightest.

Bucky has a lot to think about once this night comes to a close.

When Steve is done sharing, they fall into an easy silence. They’ve taken their time eating their meal, sipping on their drinks. It’s easy and blissful and Bucky is relaxed…until he realizes this is the perfect and silent opportunity to move onto the last part of his surprise and to finally get Steve’s hands on his body.

His heart kicks up into his chest.

With one last sip of his red wine and placing his fork on his empty plate, he clears his throat.

“So, I’ve been thinking, honey” he starts, his elbows falling to the table, his fingertips grazing his collarbones. His voice is gentle, but there’s an obvious tremor to it, one that isn’t lost on Steve. Somewhere deep, Bucky digs up confidence, pulls forth a coquettish demeanor. Steve’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as he finishes his last bite, mirroring Bucky’s body language and leaning forward onto the table as well.

Fuck, it’s risky. This is the most daring part of his planned roleplay. Is this something the senator will enjoy? He finds it difficult to find his voice as Steve’s eyes rove over his chest once more, as if Bucky has tits . It’s so brazen it makes his dick twitch.

“You were thinkin’ about what, sugar?” Steve pushes after Bucky doesn’t finish his sentence right away.

Bucky audibly swallows.

“I stopped taking my pills,” Bucky whispers, throwing caution to the wind. “I’m ready to try for a baby. I think it’s the perfect time to and I know I—”

The response is immediate.

Strong and hungry hands reach across the table for his nape, his waist, as he’s hauled from his chair and onto the top of thick thighs, directly into Steve’s lap. He doesn’t have time to appreciate the strength it takes to be so smooth with a move like this, let alone have time to gasp. Lips are on his in an instant, insistent and hot, tongue delving between his parted lips and stroking along his own.

It’s the kiss he was hoping for, the kiss he’s been denying himself all night.

It’s delicious .

“You…you wanna fuckin’ run that by me again?” Steve all but growls into his kisses, doesn’t even bother pulling his mouth away from Bucky’s. He whimpers pathetically when Steve dives for his neck.

“I…I want your baby,” Bucky stupidly whines, but Steve’s groan sounds like thunder when he digs his teeth into Bucky’s adam’s apple. “Want to start a family, wanna… want you to get me pregnant, Daddy.”

He’s on his back in the next instant. Dishes clatter to the floor, the time and effort he put into setting the table gone within seconds. He’s sure he hears something break, more than one somethings, but his pout of, “Steve, the dinner…!” is met with a harsh, “Fuck the dinner,” just before his dress is hiked up around his waist with a yank.

“The dress isn’t mine, don’t—!”

“I’ll buy another fucking dress, Bucky, goddamnit .”

The sensation of Steve between his legs, narrow, fit waist between his thighs, leaves Bucky no choice but to moan. It’s a gluttonous noise, a built up one that is the culmination of jerk off session after jerk off session imagining what this moment would feel like. His thoughts don’t compare in the slightest, the feeling of Steve’s cock rocking against his own behind the silk of his panties forcing him to give into the urge to tremble.

He feels the frenzied moment that Steve realizes he isn’t wearing his normal undergarments, that he’s prepared for this housewife role thoroughly.

“You motherfucker, you…oh my god, Bucky.”

“Daddy…”

“Fuck yeah, that’s right,” Steve purrs from above him, fingers digging greedily into the meat of his hips, eyes blazing where his gaze rests between his thighs. “Really am your Daddy now, ain’t I? You gonna make me a Daddy, sugar? You gonna gimme a baby?”

Oh.

“Oh fuck.”

This wasn’t part of the plan. Not once did he consider Steve returning his dirty talk, of what Bucky’s roleplay would sound like coming from Steve’s point of view. He failed to think about how it would sound if Steve responded to the things he had decided to say. He is such a fucking idiot.

He is a fucking idiot that is going to come if Steve keeps massaging his body in such a deep and appreciative way.

The senator chuckles, hands greedy as they work their way around Bucky’s body. He rubs the heel of his hand up and along Bucky’s dick, squeezes his fingers around it with another rumble. Bucky’s eyes nearly cross.

“You’ve been in my house all goddamn day,” Steve mumbles distractedly, hotly. “Cleanin’ and cookin’ and bein’ the prettiest fuckin’ housewife a Daddy could ask for.” His fingers find their way to Bucky’s nipples as he talks, the tips of them pinching and pulling at them over the material of his borrowed dress. Bucky hisses between his teeth, his dick throbbing and his ass clenching around the heavy plug he wears. He should have done this months ago; he’s in heaven .

“And now my tight little wife tells me she’s been keepin’ secrets? Been tryin’ to get knocked up without Daddy even knowin’?”

“Steve, I can’t…I can’t do—”

“What a naughty fuckin’ girl I got.”

Bucky is in way over his head. His fantasy never went this far, always ended with what he thought would be the most anticipated moment, the reveal. He hadn’t thought beyond that point. If he had, he may have not followed through. They’ve never dabbled in any of these kinks, in breeding, in roleplay. Surely he won’t survive an hour, let alone the entire night.

“Show me that fuckin’ pussy. Show me that pussy that Daddy’s about to ride until he breeds, just like you’re askin’ for.”

He won’t survive the next five minutes.

He barely has time for his brain to catch up on what he’s feeling, what he’s hearing, his limbs weak from an onslaught of arousal. The senator reaches for the top of one stocking but stops, apparently deciding to keep them on, which is heady. The underwear encasing his dick is yanked down his thighs then, impatiently left hanging from one ankle before the senator is shoving his legs apart, the wide spread making Bucky feel like a slut.

He feels the plug buried between the cheeks of his ass. He’s been feeling it all night, all day.

He feels it but he doesn’t register that Steve will see it.

Goddamn, has he gone dumb in the head.

“Oh my fucking god, are you…”

The senator can’t even finish his sentence, his thoughts, something Bucky would surely marvel at if he were in a more stable headspace. But all he can do is whine, huff and run his hands down his chest to his dick where he squeezes at himself. Steve lets him, watches as Bucky touches himself, the senator’s fingers pushing at the base of the plug, rubbing at his stretched and puffy rim.

“Look how ready you are for Daddy, baby,” Steve recovers swiftly, voice deceivingly sweet as he pulls at the plug slowly, letting the widest part stretch Bucky to the point where his toes curl. He stops touching himself immediately, throws his hands wide on either side of him as he attempts to find anything to ground himself. There’s nothing. He soars.

“Pussy’s ready to make me a Daddy, ready to take every load I can pump into it. Look at that…”

Bucky’s whine gets louder, longer. He keeps his thighs spread wide, lets Daddy play with him, slipping the plug halfway out of his ass before letting his hole eat it up again. He’s getting fucked by that plug, and while it feels like everything he’s been wanting for all damn day, he knows the senator’s cock will feel infinitely better.

“Gimme a baby, Daddy. Fuck it into me so…so deep, ngh,” he whimpers, face turning crimson as his own words hit his ears. What is he saying?

Steve growls, growls, as he reaches for his belt, undoing it swiftly and impressively with one hand. “Hell yeah, gonna knock you up so good, ain’t I?”

Bucky’s response is simply a wail, a pitiful noise that grows messily frantic when his eyes are blessed by the sight of the senator’s cock. It looks so heavy, so meaty and girthy. Bucky wants it inside of him now , wants it to hurt so good. He wants to be bred by that cock, wants to come on it. He feels mindless, lit up from the inside out, needy and achy. He finds himself nodding his head, in response to the senator’s question, in response to all future questions, all without thought and newfound, dumb enthusiasm.

“Mhmm, so good, so good. No pills, no…no protection— wann’it raw, Daddy. Give it to me raw.”

Bucky doesn’t know what he’s turned into, what this roleplay has done to him.

Steve’s groan meshes deliciously with his chuckle, dexterous fingers pulling the plug free from the grip of Bucky’s ass, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

“Dirty fuckin’ bitch, of course I’m gonna give it to you raw. From here on out it’s only raw. From this moment on you’re always gonna be heavy with my kid. You think there’s any goin’ back after this? Fuck no, you’re gonna make me a daddy over and over and over and—”

The stretch the plug provided him with, that he worked towards all day, feels as if it does very little to prepare him for the size of the senator’s cock. He should have known to size up over the course of the day, that he should have chosen a larger plug if he was going to use just one.

“Hold your legs, press ‘em— yeah, there you go. Get your pretty little body in that baby makin’ position,” Steve guides him roughly, pressing Bucky’s thighs to his chest, big hand pressing against his belly. “Gotta watch this pussy get bred up, as a Daddy I gotta make sure’m doin’ my job.”

Bucky feels lightheaded as he wraps his arms around the back of his knees, his vision turning blurry around the edge when it gives him the perfect view of his neglected and rock solid dick, of the senator fucking into him, still donning most of his work clothes. What a picture he must make: Bucky’s dress hiked around his middle, lithe legs still clad in stockings, back pressed against the dining room table as their forgotten dinner is scattered around him, damn near gagging for a United States Senator’s cock.

It’s indecent, scandalous.

He feels so fucking hot, so desireable, even though he feels entirely gone in the head.

“Pussy’s soakin’ already. How long have you been thinkin’ about this? Huh?”

“So fucking long,” Bucky whines raggedly, the senator taking his time sliding inside of him, of course making a show of it.

“Yeah, bet’chu have,” Steve chides, fingers splaying wide against Bucky’s belly as he sinks further into Bucky’s willing ass, other set of fingers rubbing at Bucky’s rim, smearing spit he just pursed his lips and sent down. “Let Daddy in, lil’ mama. C’mon, let Daddy have it.”

No, he’s going to come. He’s going to come. Steve is barely bottoming out and Bucky is going to come because of the astronomical build-up of this moment and because of the senator’s filthy fucking mouth. And because of how stretched he is, how no part of his pussy is untouched, the senator squeezing himself inside of Bucky so perfectly, oh god.

The stir in his core, in his balls, has no time to build; it spirals and bursts within seconds.

“Coming, m’gonna—! I’m coming, oh god I’m—”

“Jesus Christ, Bucky. Already?! Fuck.”

Steve doesn’t even let him lay there and take it. He curls his hands around Bucky’s middle and ruts into him with newfound energy and fuck, it makes Bucky shout through his teeth, makes him whine just like being fucked through an orgasm always does. He can’t even touch himself given his position and the jolts of his body from Steve’s punishing thrusts, and he’s forced to just take it , wave after wave of pleasure knocking against his limbs and his insides.

In half a minute he’s messy with his own come and left sucking in air like he was being chased.

And Steve doesn’t stop.

“Steve …Daddy…!”

Steve rumbles, eyes locked onto Bucky’s belly, his messy dress, as he fucks him, on the rivulets of come left behind from his explosive climax. “Squirtin’ all over Daddy’s dick, just like you should. Atta girl. They say that helps with… fuck, with makin’ a baby— you comin’. How many times can Daddy make you come tonight?”

“Oh fuck…fuck you, I…oh my god…”

Bucky can never recover appropriately from an orgasm he’s been fucked through. It’s like Steve fucks his mind too, his brain, when he does this, fucks it so roughly he’s left loose-limbed and exposed. He feels raw, feels like he’s right there on the edge of too much, too much. The recognition that he is going to need some major aftercare tonight is his last thought before one, two, three long, deep strokes perfectly rubbing against his sweet spot have his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Yeah, baby. Tonight’s the night, ya know that? Daddy’s gonna knock you up on the first try, first try. This belly’ll be all sorts of swollen, won’t it?”

A shock rips through Bucky’s system upon hearing those words, one that sparks an impossible fire in his dick, in his groin, in his chest. He whines at the force of it, at what hearing those words does to him without any sort of hesitation. Of course the senator notices.

“Oh yeah, sugar— gonna be heavy as fuck with my kid. This belly—” Steve bunches up the come-covered dress as he talks, as he uses it to fuck into him.“—it’s mine, just like this pussy is.”

Steve reams into him steadily, his cock digging into his sweet spot repeatedly. It’s impossible, is ridiculous, the way he makes Bucky’s body feel lit up from the inside out even after such a shattering orgasm moments before. No one else does this to him, no one will ever do this to him, not when his Daddy makes him feel so thoroughly fucked out. The images flashing in his mind are pure fantasy, ones that Steve masterfully and filthily paints, yet Bucky feels as if they’re real, as if his belly can grow big, as if he can get pregnant.

And god help him, he likes it.

He gasps for air, his body going weak alongside his mind. He loses his grip on his legs, elbows slipping along the soft material of the stockings with slick sweat, neck arched weakly against the dining room table. Steve takes over for him immediately, smacks at his hands and presses Bucky back, bending him further in half, taking a brief moment to tug Bucky close towards the end of the table. It makes the senator’s cock feel ten times larger, makes Bucky squeal, makes his noises grate against the front of his throat as Steve fucks them out of him.

“These tits?” Steve growls, digging his hips into the underside of Bucky’s ass, grinding in tight with each trust. “Fuck, these tits, baby, they’re gonna be so big. And Daddy loves big tits."

Bucky hiccups. “Daddy…they’re not… not—”

“Oh, they’re tits, Buck. They’re gonna be swollen and round too, gonna have Daddy’s mouth all over ‘em. Got no choice but to suck on ‘em every time I goddamn see ‘em.”

As if he needs to prove his point any further, Steve bends at the waist and joins Bucky on the table smoothly, dishes clattering to the floor. His thighs are left spread wide around the senator’s thick middle, a sensation Bucky will surely never tire of. The way Steve fucks him feels damn near feral this way, god, it’s close and tight and the older man’s breaths sound like they are being punched out of him with every brutal thrust. It finally sounds as if this sex, this wild roleplay that Bucky spent months planning, is finally getting to Steve.

And that makes a second climax feel within reach.

Bucky barely has time to squeal before the senator is yanking at the already low neckline of his dress and his mouth is on his nipples, his tits, sucking hungrily at his pecs, cock heavy in his ass. He can feel the senator’s balls in this position, can feel his heavy sac smack against his ass and it makes him feel dizzy with dick.

Steve holds onto his tits, one in each hand, squeezes at them as if they are indeed heavy and swollen and purrs.

Bucky can’t breathe.

“Mhmm, get used to this, sugar. Get used to Daddy’s mouth on these pretty tits,” Steve mumbles, tugging one pebbled nub between his teeth and sucking. Bucky’s dick jumps, genuinely jumps where it’s trapped against their torsos, and his moan is ragged and worn out, exhausted. Bucky can’t believe he’s going to come again and his mournful noises reflect that sentiment.

As soon as Steve hears his sob, his purr turns into a groan.

“Already comin’ again, Buck?” Steve asks, panting against his mouth, hands finding a home as both of them wrap loosely around his throat. When Bucky can’t formulate an answer, when all he can do is hiccup and tug at the parts of the senator’s dress shirt that he can reach, Steve nips at his bottom lip. “‘Course you are; you’re gaggin’ for this Daddy come.”

He is. He’s mindless and boneless and laying there taking the senator’s cock like it’s his job, like he’s getting paid to get fucked so willingly. He isn’t, he reminds himself, head bouncing with every thrust Steve rocks into him without mercy. Bucky really does feel like a slut. He smiles.

“The first one was for you,” Steve whispers against the curve of his mouth, his sweat dripping onto Bucky’s neck.. “This one's for me. Ask me for it, ask Daddy to come in this pussy. Ask Daddy for that baby you want so fuckin’ bad.”

Bucky doesn’t even hesitate. In fact, he lets out a growl of his own, albeit a pathetic, pup of a noise. If a second orgasm is being forced out of him, he’s going to earn it. And if he’s so lucky enough to have a surprise roleplay work out this well, he’s gonna send it home.

“Put that fuckin’ baby in me, Daddy,” is what he ends up biting out, spreading his legs wide and lifting his head to meet Steve’s eyes. His tongue darts out, lapping at the senator’s plump bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. The older man’s groans sound almost pained when Bucky leans into the hold around his throat. He knows exactly how to get what he wants.

He sticks out his bottom lip, whimpers.

“Want that Daddy come. Please Daddy, please— can I have your baby? Will you give me that baby? Daddy…”

Steve’s groan sounds more like a roar when his fingers tighten, when Bucky feels his breathing hitch, feels the shallowness of his breaths. Bucky feels like a doll, limp and useless as Daddy uses his grip to fuck Bucky on his cock, thrusts going sloppy.

“Practicin’ that fuckin’ baby talk already, fuckin’ hell. Take it, Buck— take that Daddy come and make that baby.”

He’s gasping, all sensation narrowed down to the big hands around his neck and the fat cock in his ass, and when he hears and feels the senator begin to moan raggedly into his cheek, when he grinds in deep, Bucky soars.

He’s pure sensation. His ears ring, his vision blurs, his limbs tremble. He milks Steve for everything he’s worth and that’s all that matters to him, is what pushed him over the edge and into another orgasm, a much more intense one. Steve is in his ear, against his lips, whispering filthy thought after filthy thought as he drops his load in Bucky’s worn out pussy. He sucks breath after breath into his lungs and by the time he’s done spurting between their bodies, on this poor dress, his thighs drop like stones onto the table beneath him, his arms doing the same.

It takes more than a few minutes for this feeling of pure sensation to give way to the present, for the fog to clear long enough to feel the kisses that the senator presses against his chin, his lips.

Bucky doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before. The closest he’s ever come to this was the first time Steve fucked him on the desk in his office.

“I’m… holy shit, I can’t…m’gonna need…” Bucky hears himself mumble mindlessly, giggling when it sounds ridiculous to his ears. His brain feels like it’s full of air, weightless and empty. Steve joins Bucky in chuckling, hands squeezing all over his body: his shoulders, his neck, his chest.

“You’re gonna need a lot of things, Buck,” Steve mumbles, pressing a set of chaste kisses against his lips before sighing and settling his feet back onto the floor. He’s still quite hard within Bucky, cock rigid, and for a moment he wonders if Steve wants to go another round.

Having almost passed out after two rounds, he surely wouldn’t survive a third. He thinks he’d take that risk.

“We’ll take a bath,” Steve tells him, hands running up Bucky’s sides to pull down his dress. “Let me go grab a fat piece of that cake you made and you can feed it to me in the tub.”

Bucky scoffs.

“Oh, excellent. As if I haven’t done enough for you today already.”

Steve gives him a light smack on the cheek for his attitude. Bucky bites his lip.

“No, don’t move,” Steve tells him in a hushed voice as he slips from Bucky’s body and steps back. “I’ll carry you.”

“Oh…okay.”

The senator doesn’t bother tucking himself back into his pants and Bucky doesn’t know why he feels himself blush, not after tonight.

“Plus,” Steve starts, voice dipping into dangerous territory as he saunters towards the kitchen. “Gotta keep those hips up, gotta keep you on your back. Better chance for makin’ that baby…”

#howdoyousleep kinktober 2022 #howdoyousleep #my writing #senator and intern #senator rogers and intern barnes #this was hyped but it wasn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine #this fic is 10% housewife roleplay and 90% breeding kink lmao

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syn0vial · 1 year

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honestly as much as i love galidraan as a source of angst and a big reason that jango is The Way he is, i do also think the overall conceit of it was poorly written and find arguments over which side was "responsible" for the massacre to be very frustrating.

imo, the problem is that the writer(s) would have us believe that a competent peacekeeping group could, with perfectly good intentions, wipe out an entire clan of people and then just kind of carelessly let the sole survivor of said massacre be sold into slavery in the aftermath.

and there's just like... no way to spin those circumstances into a form that isn't monstrous. and this isn't me saying, "therefore the jedi are the bad guys, the end." this is me being frustrated bc i don't find it feasible for a group of jedi to have done this. i literally do not understand how the jedi come there with the intention of arresting people and then just fucking genocide them instead—regardless of if jango shot first. unless the jedi had swapped out their lightsabers with rocket launchers or were specifically only aiming for decapitations, it doesn't make sense.

this strained suspension of disbelief is further compounded by the fact that the jedi council only expresses their regrets for what happened on galidraan after realizing that they'd been tricked by the planet's governor and that the mandalorians they'd massacred had been innocent—which only gives the very wild impression that if the true mandalorians had been guilty of crimes, then the whole mass murder and enslavement thing would've been peachy with them.

i just find the depiction of the jedi in this episode of star wars history to be atrocious to the point where it's just like... no, there needs to be more reason provided for this than just, "the governor lied to them." intentional sabotage, bad actors in the group, a greater conspiracy—there has to be something more than, "they just accidentally genocided this entire clan idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" bc the latter is just not believable on its own.

furthermore, if the massacre of galidraan was a thing that happened, whether bc of conspiracy or not, one would expect a much greater reaction among the jedi as a whole: an investigation, sanctions or even expulsion from the order for those deemed responsible, action against the governor that had lied to him, or, idk, tracking down the survivor you handed over to that governor to make sure nothing horrific has been done to him. something! instead, the jedi council is just kind of like "oops our bad" and, aside from dooku leaving, nothing really comes of it.

it really does just feel like the writer(s) needed a reason for jango to hate the jedi and so chose to, for this one isolated occurrence, write the jedi being cartoonishly, unbelievably horrible to justify it. and i find it all the more frustrating bc i think it would still have been believable for jango to loathe the jedi even if they hadn't been portrayed so appallingly. if the massacre had been the result of bad actors or conspiracy within the group, if the council had pursued action against the people responsible, if a mission had been deployed after the fact to find out what had become of jango—wouldn't it still make sense for him to, rightfully or wrongfully, hold the jedi as a group responsible for the death of his family? would he even know about the true reasons for the massacre or the jedi's attempts to help him afterwards? if the jedi had tried to rescue him from slavery but failed to find him, wouldn't that make his hatred of them all the more tragic?

idk, i just feel like there's a lot of lost potential there and i wish more people would discuss the lapses of the writer(s) rather than condemning or justifying the event as if it was an actual historical occurrence.

#star wars meta #galidraan #jango fett #full disclosure: i was totally one of the people that characterized the entire jedi order based on galidraan #bc i was young and my descent into star wars had been very fett forward #now i am older and wiser and can say with confidence: star wars writers bad sometimes #if you're gonna do someone as dirty as the writers did the jedi in this story there needs to be either precedence or follow-up #and there really wasn't either here

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putonmyfavoriteshow · 1 year

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Life With Luca thoughts/reactions

WOW, I really enjoyed that way more than I expected to!

OK, so timeline wise the math isn't really mathing for me lmao. Like how do they both have 14 yr olds and Simon being in college already?? The show only ended in 2009/2010 which was 13/14 years ago?? What year is it in this universe??? They both had children the year they went off to college lmao??

But I'm happy to ignore logic since I actually enjoyed the newbies a lot.

I liked that Luca/Skylar weren't just a repeat Casey/Derek dynamic and weren't rivals who full on hated each other but just grew up differently and had some jealousy/hostility toward the other because of that, but actually were a lot sweeter together during more serious moments. I think their personalities perfectly reflected how they were raised - Luca is a bit of a rebel, but he's very much Casey's son, he's trained in First Aid! and has a granola bar in his pocket at all times, albeit stale AF, and takes care of his siblings even if he can be lazy about it sometimes. Skylar is more mature minded but she has the freedom of Derek's parenting so she's not nearly as high strung as Casey is, but she is more organized and put together to make up for Derek's lackadaisical way of living.

I LOVED SIMON!!! He was easily my favorite new character. I can't believe I went from forgetting he even existing to absolutely adoring him. He was so lovable and silly and he must have such a wild childhood being the Venturi-McDonald baby, I would love more backstory on him!

Molly/Kai were adorable and the perfect little chaotic kiddos to round out the ensemble :3

George/Nora - although I wasn't as invested in them, their relationship is so adorable and they're just as dorky and sweet as they were in the series.

The random jewelry heist B-plot was so random, but kinda funny. I'm down for some chaotic hijinx, and I love how it ended with that theif falling through the ceiling XD

The return of Lassiter and Sam were great. It would've been great to see any of the show regulars honestly but I'm glad we got some. I think the return of D-Rock really got me. When they started singing the song I had tears in my eyes. And Ralph as a surgeon was such a great way to explain his absense lmao.

I missed Edwin/Lizzie/Marti. I think that was my only real let down with the movie. They didn't need to be in the whole thing but even a video call would have been nice :/

Career-wise I'm glad they went with Derek as a rock star and Casey as a lawyer. Even though Derek was the hockey guy, seeing him roam around as a rock star with his daughter really just fits his vibe. And I'm so glad the movie course corrected VWD Casey because I was never a fan of her dropping out of college to dance in NY like ?? sure Casey loves to dance but she loves to use her big brain even more!!! Plus fighting for justice?? THAT'S SO CASEY DASEY!!! So it was taboo then, I feel like it's even more taboo now, but had you lived it you would get it! These two always had way too much tension and never quite fell into a sibling-like relationship. They were insanely obsessed with each other making everyone around them uncomfortable, so they were destined to be messed up soulmates <3 It may be an ick for some and that's valid, but for me they'll always be "the exception the the rule" ;) Also Ashley and Mike were always pushing the limit on them, they knew what they were doing! Ok, so now that that's out of the way, I knew that we weren't going to get canon Dasey out of this, but I'm so glad the writers delivered on giving us some great Dasey content regardless. The fact that both Skylar's mom and Casey's hockey husband were both entirely absent and no love interest was given was wise. We basically got to see Derek and Casey play house and be the married vibes that they are which is honestly what us hardcore LWD/Dasey fans want anyway. Mike & Ash didn't miss a beat! That was really Casey and Derek back on my screen and it made me really emotional <3 Maybe the movie didn't have a whole lot of just them, since their children were the focal point but the way it ended, it just made me want more and feel like we were being set up for ...possible canon Dasey? But even if not canon, I think that if the show does get picked up, we can get so much fun Dasey content from it to build from anyway (canon is overrated sometimes lbr) Plus I genuinely enjoy seeing Derek and Casey in parental roles so that would be awesome. And SIMON MORE SIMON PLEASE!!!! <3

#life with luca #life with derek #thoughts and reactions #lwd #lwl #dasey #my opinion #nostalgia

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atsukawolfcat · 2 years

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Dear Future Husband

While on the way home, I left my playlist on shuffle and got the gem Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor and legit had the first fluff idea fill my head in weeeeeks. This is just for fun, cuz it's a bop that's meant for fun (at least for me).

Imagine Creator!Reader or Isekai!Reader shamelessly flirting through song to your favorite characters. I have mini headcanons to their reactions

Warning: Fluff, headcanons, reader confessing or implied relationship(both work), is mostly for fem! reader but this could also apply to the males and everyone else in between! I just like the bop and have fun, so let your imagination run wild!

Taglist: @samarill

Is that a blush I see?

You bop to the beat, finger-snapping and singing beautifully. Your eyes meet theirs and you smirk in their direction, your eyes never wavering from theirs as they widen in surprise and a very obvious blush overtakes their face. Oh, how sweet~

Diluc, Xiao, Itto, Gorou, Thoma, Kazuha

Lovey-dovey, it's a flirt party~

You sang loudly and kept their attention on you, as you dance to the beat and you turn to grin right at them. They shamelessly smirk back at you as they plan to join you on your self-made stage in the middle of the street... or maybe wink right at you to get you even more riled up. Oh, it's on, hun.

Kaeya, Childe, Venti, Ayato, Heizou, Tighnari

Amused, are you? Well, so am I!

Singing this in front of them surprises them for sure, but then they are amused. They give you a slanted smile as they relax, letting you drain your energy... might do something for you later.

Kaeya, Zhongli, Albedo, Tighnari, Venti

I am the one and only~

You had your fun, so now it's their turn. They watched you perform and make your promises, so now it's their turn to fulfill their part, as perfectly (and maybe awkwardly?) as possible. You can only melt in their actions, to stay true to your silly song. Oh, how perfect life is.

Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Ayato, Gorou, Kazuha, Thoma, Heizou, Tighnari (Basically all of them lmao)

Extra note: My brother had recently introduced me to Rudy Mancuso and I love his songs, but my playlist also played Lento by him, and I instantly thought... Kaeya??? I thought it was him singing, and I was losing my mind the entire time. Am I the only one? Just checking lol... also should I make one of these for the ladies? Might need some song recommendations cuz I feel like I don't have a lot of options but hey, if you want a part 2 with the girls then let me know! If you also have a song that might fit, then reply with a link or song name and I will look into it~

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thoughts re: skip/norman (also on the aso discourse the d20 fandom went through and also as a big skip/norman fan)

The ultimate problem that I see with the pc concept of skip/norman is that aso had heavy heavy themes of autonomy and "owning yourself", whether that's literally, through gunnie, or figuratively, through syd, margaret, etc. the leading question that was prompted by having one of the pcs literally being something that takes over a body and removes the original owner's control of it was just, WILD to me to tee up and then not explore.

norman was an asshole, for sure, but brennan and zac put just enough effort into making him a realistic person that the way doing brain surgery on him without consent was played straight for comedy felt a little strange. it is fascinating to me to discuss skip's position as a literal parasite in the galaxy and how he still deserves the right to exist and live, and how that intersects with norman's same rights, but aso just didn't have time for that.

and aso is a comedy, and one of my favorite seasons, so it's a pretty small issue that this is kind of shrugged off (that's where I disagree with the people who discoursed about it). like, I don't think that was what the season needed to be about. but, d20 in general is so committed to themes and philosophy uniting the pcs that the glaring hole that is the skip/norman of it all duct-taped over with "ahhh symbiosis is a thing" stands out. skip as a pc concept in the sense of his backstory isn't wildly dark to me (I mean, gunnie's is already pretty awful lmao), but in the sense of what he says in terms of the larger story, he feels a bit out of place.

there's a lot more to say here about how the Wurst crew's actions play into that given that he was their asshole boss, etc etc, but essentially: I thought skip/norman just kind of incidentally brought up some points via backstory/pc concept that were a little too complex for a 18 episode comedy season of dnd.

ps. pib fits perfectly into neverafter imo and I adore him completely

I'm going to be totally honest: I learned about this discourse re: Skip and autonomy long after it happened and my gut reaction was "well that's fucking stupid." I also haven't rewatched it and my memory for D20 seasons is often nowhere near as strong as for Critical Role.

I did not blink once at the concept for two reasons:

I'm familiar with sci fi and "creature that takes over the bodies of others" is a pretty standard trope, and not only that but one that has been played for both extreme horror and comedy. Which isn't to say you can't explore the concerns about autonomy but like...I do not find this to be remotely obligatory, which sort of removes all the concerns raised above. "Oh yeah, brain slugs, I know about those, one took over my cousin for a few years" is to me an entirely valid way in-universe of dealing with it. Cannot stress enough that at no point did this seem weird or horrifying to me. Which doesn't mean that it's not valid for others to feel that way, but it just...did not even register as a thought people would have, because it felt so utterly organic to the genre and universe.

I'm also familiar with actual play and Zac and Brennan were quite careful not to abuse the possession mechanic (to the point of creating Norm so that Zac would essentially have his own PC to possess as his real PC) so I have autonomy concerns re: the metagame.

I will also admit that I found the theme to much more be a case of finding one's place within the tough universe in which the characters must live, rather than autonomy and self-ownership, which puts Skip's story well in step with the rest of the group as he fights against his father's wishes. I should also add that I don't see any disjoint in Starstruck being a comedy. All D20 seasons are comedic; even the more serious ones are still comedic in tone and choice. They've also gone extremely dark at points, and that's a choice one can make in comedy, and in my opinion, a valid one.

#answered #thespoonisvictory

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Take Me Home Tonight - Ethan Ramsey x MC

Tiffany doesn’t go on a bender often. But when she does, it’s always a wild ride—especially for a certain grumpy doctor.

Warnings: language, mentions of mature themes (excessive alcohol consumption and its consequences, adult situations)

Rating/category: Teen+ / fluff

A/N: Ethan’s reaction to Tiffany saying ‘I have a boyfriend’ when he tries to hug/kiss her because she’s wayyy too hammered @mvalentine ‘s genius ask inspired me to respond with this little thing—thank you, sis, ILY ❤️

My girl is an unpredictable drunk when she goes overboard, so that scenario is right up her alley ksbksbksb I had so much fun while plotting this, and it was really fulfilling to actually write something after a very long drought 🫶

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Midnight cloak enshrouds Boston, its thick, smoky darkness is pierced by vibrant lights playing hide-and-seek in the shadows.

The blurred mass of colors gleaming outside the window steals Ethan’s focus for one split second, then loses miserably against the enchanting figure sleeping on his shoulder in the backseat of a spacious sedan.

A small, loving smile illuminates his face when he peeks at Tiffany curled up to his side. Her make-up remains impeccable, slightly parted lips tease him with his favorite rosy shade, a few strands of shiny onyx locks tickle her cheek as though by design—moderately messy for aesthetic purposes, naturally.

The only detail betraying her current state is the unmistakable whiff of vodka she must’ve spilled on her black bodycon dress back in the fancy watering hole Lahela has deemed worthy of his approval tonight.

Still, to him she’s always the most dazzling rose in a vast garden of peculiarity. The river of alcohol coursing through her veins, clouding her perfectly sound judgement and (quite possibly) inspiring madness, could never change that.

His heart tightens distinctly, clearly pleased that its owner is back where she belongs—in his arms.

He was helping his dad with a minor house renovation for only three days, certain that the short separation wouldn’t affect him. Those three unbearably exhausting days have proven how wrong he was. How terribly a convert like him can miss another person.

In a sudden surge of affection, his arm wraps around Tiffany’s sylphlike silhouette, pulling her closer. The gentle brush of his fingers running down her spine makes the bubble of silent adoration burst with no warning.

„Fuck…” Tiffany mutters, her eyes scan the car as she blinks muzzily. „Where are we going?”

„Home.” His warm, steady voice a messenger of a smile, guiding her through the fog of her blurry reality. „Just close your eyes and breathe.”

Tiffany nods, seemingly relieved, her heavy lids follow the directions as if Ethan’s baritone were a spell-casting device. She snuggles closer, purring quietly.

Unfamiliar with the intricacies of her inebriated mind, he continues the caress, hoping to transfer the comfort she needs through his touch.

Much to his utter bewilderment, the result is entirely opposite: Tiffany jolts away with a horrified grimace, throwing arms in the air in what seems to be an act of defence.

„Whoa, whoa…Keep your hands off me!” She fumes, unfiltered rage flashing in her emerald eyes too baffling for a quick assessment.

At that, the cab driver clears his throat, shooting Ethan with a lethal glare through the rear-view mirror.

Can this absurd situation get any worse? The answer is always: yes.

Ethan’s first attempt at damage control is blocked before he manages to even utter her name.

„Tiff—”

„I have a boyfriend!” She interjects harshly, stretching out each word, the offence in her tone as dominant as her determination to keep her drowsy eyes open. „He’s going to freak the fuck out when he finds out some hunk is taking me home.”

Manifesting her panic-induced disgust, Tiffany immediately sweeps away from him. Slack-jawed, Ethan observes her delightfully clumsy moves with barely concealed fascination, unsure whether to laugh or interrupt this drunken performance.

„Some hunk?” Having no time to waste, he chooses the latter, though his question is wholly ignored much like his presence at the moment.

„I’ll fucking kill Bryce.” She mumbles to herself while rummaging through her sparkly, shell-shaped handbag.

A wave of relief washes over Ethan; his decision to come back to Boston earlier than planned proves to be one of the best he’s ever made. Her drunken stupor and the effort to act conscious may appear cute, but hammered Tiffany is a disaster waiting to happen and needs to be tackled and protected at all costs.

Luckily, he knows just the way to escort her to safety. Not without self-sacrifice, of course—the task requires unlimited patience, and that is a virtue Ethan has failed to possess, making years of diligent practice look like an amateur attempt.

But he’s always willing to be patient for her. Even if her liquor-fogged mind plays a nasty trick on him.

„What are you doing?” He frowns in puzzlement just when she takes out her phone and waves it in front of his face, dangerously close to breaking his nose in the process.

„Calling my man.”

The nonchalant announcement is followed by furious tapping and swiping, lip-biting and a string of muffled curses. Then, eventually, Ethan’s pocket lights up and a loud ringtone conquers the comically threatening silence hanging between them.

The sound confuses Tiffany even further, twisting her angelic features yet again.

„Uhh, why is your phone ringing?” Her furrowed brow and narrowed eyes almost push Ethan over the edge, but he manages to suppress a grin and maintains his infamous poker face.

As collected as a world-beating diagnostician delivering the final diagnosis to his patient, he sighs heavily before revealing the truth to his plastered girlfriend. „You’re calling me. I am your man.”

Predictably, his empty assurance is not enough to convince the ever stubborn Miss Addams.

With a shake of her head, she corrects him, each word separated by unintentionally suspenseful pause as she weighs the meaning behind them. „No, no, Ethan is in Providence.”

„No, he isn’t—not anymore.” The corners of his mouth quirk up, but she’s too distracted by her unreliable senses to notice the slight change in his demeanor. „You’d have known if you had checked your messages in the middle of wreaking havoc with Scalpel Jockey and Varma.”

At last, her scattered attention shifts to Ethan; curious eyes investigate his face despite the odds far from being in her favor. The conclusion she comes to, however, seems to be in his: she looks him up and down, something akin to recognition softens her expression, the glint of fondness in her eye making his lips twitch.

Nevertheless, Ethan prepares for another plot twist, half-expecting an inventive panoply of slurred insults. Instead, Tiffany crawls back to him, holding his gaze with tangible intensity, her boozy grin widening his smirk effortlessly.

„Well, you certainly sound like him.” She admits, the tone of her voice still rather unconvinced. Her dense lashes flutter at him for a long, hypnotizing moment, as if searching for something only her brilliant, intoxicated mind can access. Then, merely a second later, she ducks lower to nuzzle his neck. „But you smell different.”

Ethan can’t hold his unassuming amusement any longer; he lets out a laugh, intent to ignore the arousing sensation of her skin against his. „I forgot my cologne, so I chose to use the one aunt Dina gave me last Christmas.”

She giggles in tune, her slender fingers now dragging along his beard with newfound adoration, piercing emeralds half-shut as she pulls his face close to hers.

„Never wear it again.” Her whisper dives right in his mouth, their noses pressing against one another, lips all but brushing. „It smells like a suburban dad going through a mid-life crisis.”

„Duly noted.” He responds, putting everything at risk by tucking a stray lock behind her ear and letting his hand rest on her neck. „It’s Alan’s signature fragrance now anyway.”

Tiffany doesn’t flinch, which is undeniably a good sign, even if she doesn’t seem to listen to what he says.

„I’d still let you fuck me, you know.” She blurts out confidently, perhaps a tad too loud, absolutely unashamed by another glare from the concerned driver.

The ride takes a turn Ethan has definitely seen coming, but it doesn’t make anything easier for him. He draws in a deep breath, his fingers now freely raking through her voluminous hair. „We’ll get back to the matter when you’re sober.”

Her gaze meets his and the air instantly thickens, the overfamiliar fire erupting for just a second before Tiffany rolls her eyes in surprisingly well-received defeat. „Fair enough.”

Regardless of her reaction, the troublemaker minx in her cannot be underestimated, and Ethan is soon to be reminded of that fragile piece of information.

„Want to know a secret?” Her alcohol-induced seriousness takes charge, unabashedly flirting with him when Tiffany wets her lower lip. He nods, following the sinful flick of her tongue, but remains fully alert. „I’m gone. Far gone.”

The confession elicits a generous scoff leaving his mouth despite his best effort to keep his saint-worthy composure. „That’s hardly a secret, Tiffany.”

A peal of her melodious laughter fills the confined space, its rich sound—his favorite sound—almost reassuring their third wheel that whatever is happening between the middle-aged grump and his gorgeous, well-oiled companion is fully consensual.

She pats his shoulder, laughing like there’s no splitting headache rushing to behead her promptly. „You really are my boyfriend.”

„A shocking discovery, but I’m glad I managed to pass this rigorous test.”

The mockery is greeted with a sloppy kiss, her starved lips crashing into his with irresistible force, finding the perfect rhythm almost instantly. His strong hand travels to the nape of her neck, keeping her steady as she melts into him, allowing him to taste the night.

Her small hand wandering down his belt brings the blissful moment to a halt.

„Give me your hand.” She orders, and he complies as if under duress, watching her guide him under the sleek fabric of her dress, smoothly gliding up her inner thigh.

He’s convinced that his willpower is stronger than the temptation, though Tiffany makes it unfairly hard to follow his own rules.

„Here’s another secret: I’m wearing underwear. Like the good girl that I am.” Exulting in the achievement that is rendering Ethan Ramsey speechless, Tiffany bites her lip provocatively, moving his hand between her legs to provide proof.

He quickly gathers himself, almost choking on his own words. „It’s bold of you to assume that this flimsy lace is going to grant you a place on the nice list.”

„Come on.” She pleads, her excitement inspired by a sudden outlandish idea helps Ethan’s cause; her hands fall on his shoulders just when his own is set free. „Tell me I’m your good girl.”

Ethan scoffs internally. She’s not a girl anymore, and certainly not a good one. But at that precise moment, staring into his soul while battling the urge to pass out on him, she might as well be anything she wishes to be.

She’s everything to him.

He strokes her cheek with utmost gentleness, an impish smile exploding on his face. „You’re my good girl.”

Incredibly pleased to hear the praise, Tiffany sighs happily, throwing herself into his embrace. „Did you come back earlier because you missed me too much?”

„Something of the sort.”

She cosies up to Ethan, whispering I missed you like crazy against his shoulder. His arms offer a shelter from the overwhelming sensations attacking her tired body.

„You should get used to this. I drank so many shots I’ll probably die tonight.”

„No, you won’t.” He assures, brushing her face with the back of his hand. This time, his caress is most welcome. „I’ll take care of you and your colossal hangover in the morning.”

„Can you start now and stop the world from spinning? Your handsome face is…Blurry. As. Fuuuuck. No wonder I didn’t recognize you.”

„Close your eyes and think of the bed. We’re almost there.”

„Almost there.” She parrots, leaning into Ethan’s touch like a spoiled kitten, then lets out a long yawn.

„Almost home.”

His addition sobers Tiffany for a second. „But…I am home.”

Her watery gaze finds his as she takes his hand and pecks on his wrist. „You’re my home.”

Flooded with sheer affection, Ethan’s chest rises and falls to the beat of her content heart, the irreplaceable feeling spreads like a soothing warmth of a life-affirming summer breeze.

He plants a soft kiss on her temple, his adoring smirk an invisible imprint of his devotion on her skin. „And you are mine.”

The brightest smile beams across her plushy lips in the most sincere reply. Her eyes slam shut again, and this time she doesn’t put up a fight to stay awake.

Just as Tiffany slowly drifts off again, only two blocks away from their apartment, she begins to hum a well-known melody, slurring the lyrics with only one of the lines coherent enough for Ethan to decode.

To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

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A/N 2: If you made the connection between the fic title, the song Tiff drunkenly hums and E&T—I’m going to name my dog children after you kdhkdhdkb 🥰

Thank you for reading, hope you’ve enjoyed these two! ❤️

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #open heart #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfiction #fluff and nonsense #i didn't proofread this #dr ethan ramsey

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vole-mon-amour · 11 months

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3x12, a mix, part 1.

The episode has been downloading on me for longer than 1 hour. Even the preview screencaps kind of spoiled some key points for me (I think). Anyway. Here we go babes. If Phil said they don't know if it's time to say goodbye yet, we MAY have a chance for s4. Fingers crossed.

(deep breath) Okay. Okay, whatever happens, I'll have to work with that.

What a woman. What a kitchen. Taking notes.

"It's that I refuse to accept that you're not coming back." SAME. It IS possible to come back.

I see how they're playing with TedBecca, giving the shippers the ability to fill in the gaps. However, I'd rather take Ted and Rebecca talking the entire night or playing some games or whatever, completely platonic. The idea of them kissing and having sex scares me bc it would ruin a perfectly good friendship. Those two are platonic soulmates. Platonic. They're really cute and sweet as they are.

*thumbs up emoji* Brendan is the real one for this. I'm still ugh about Beard and Jane, he should totally get out of that relationship. Fast forward the episode:

??????? Fucking LEAVE her. I don't understand why this relationship is still a thing!

<3 Beard is the real fucking one. So eventually, we get TedBeard endgame, huh? How about we start Trent x Ted x Beard? Trent doesn't have to date Beard, but they both love Ted very much. And since Beard was there long before Trent showed up, "This is my boyfriend Ted. And this is Ted's boyfriend Beard."

The fact that Keeley keeps one of her bags in the trunk instead of the passenger seat next to her?

Hannah and Juno are right, if and when Brett smiles, it's the brightest and warmest smile ever. His entire face lights up. All those wrinkles, all that warmth. A drawing study would be so interesting.

In this scene Roy looks at Keeley's lips once. In the boot scene Roy looks at Jamie's lips trice. Three. damn. times.

I like how Keeley is deliberately avoids Roy in a romantic sense and keeps him at some distance. Good for her!

The way Trent looks at Ted. The way he is immediately at home with the Diamond Dogs group.

<3 Hilarious. Ted and Beard are really meant to be. Buy hey, are they really gonna leave before Roy joins them for at least ONE Diamond Dogs meeting?

SCREAMING.

Keeley is so— Yeah, she and Rebecca would've been a lovely couple. Her and Higgins' reactions are a journey & I love how Keeley squeezes Rebecca's knee (?) when Rebecca says that she genuinely doesn't care anymore about Rupert. Good for her!

"It's only 49%" Idk about you, but it feels like A LOT. Plus, Rebecca's inability to think when it comes to Ted leaving and not coming back, so the question of "How much would I get if I sell the entire club?" aka "I'm not sure if I can deal with this without Ted & I'm not sure if I WANT to."

Why is he smiling like that? Why does it feel so passive aggressive? Roy this episode so far goes from smiley to angry to smiley again. What is going on? Is he running to Jamie in between those so Jamie can cheer him up and Roy can continue his day? Is Roy the local Helga?

This show, you guys.

Trent, sweetie, you know that the love of your life is going away? Right? He's so cute :(

Roy singing under his nose is !!!

There are SO many nods to Trent being queer, are you telling me it won't be addressed? PS: Now I want a Richmond mug.

Roy is totally daydreaming this episode. What's going on? It's kind of inconsistent. Like, yeah, he was all like "And she looks very nice" in the previous one, but he's like this even when he's not with Keeley? Huh? I'm confused. If the explanation is not Jamie (I can't stop thinking about Phil's "People might they they have a wild affair") then idk, it's kind of OOC for Roy.

#natiswatching #ted lasso #ted x trent #ted x beard #roy kent #trent crimm #rebecca x keeley #roy x jamie

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 1 year

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A/N: The movie isn‘t even out yet in my country and my Aramis feels return already with a force. I wrote a self-indulgent little sister drabble. No plot, just fluff. Imagine the Aramis you like best. ☺️ (an ordure is a sort of nuisance in human form ^^)

The level of stealth you were currently demonstrating made you wish to congratulate yourself. Up here, on the small balcony none of the musketeers ever seemed to use, you had found a hiding place of uncompared genius. Here, you could point the harmless old musket of your brother at all the heads of the guards who had sent you funny looks throughout the week. It was a very meditative passe-temps. It also saved you from the tasks random musketeers‘ wives tended to give you, simply because you were a woman passing by, a woman who didn‘t seem like she was occupied enough. But no, thank you, you were not entirely interested in stuffing any stinky socks. No no, you had weapons to clean and secret letters to carry around and a brother to tease. Why didn‘t these men stuff their socks themselves?

You were about to fake head-shot a man named Gerard who was telling nasty jokes by the fountain of the corps, when someone suddenly dropped down on the small space remaining next to you, like a lazy cat who‘d happened to find its way over to you. You hit your nose hard on the cold metal of the heavy weapon in your hand and let out a pain struck groan.

„Whatever did Gerard do to you?“ Your brother asked in his most nonchalant of ways, his left elbow meeting your right one as he settled down, mimicking your position. He was holding an apple in his hand.

You spent a moment grieving the peace and quiet and the integrity of your nose, before you retook your aim, glaring at Gerard over the tip of the musket.

„He‘s an ordure.“

Aramis chuckled, taking a noisy bite from the apple, before offering it to you. You wanted to ignore him to keep from messing up your aim, but the rumbling in your stomach betrayed you. You took the apple from Aramis and peeked a glance in his direction. He was already looking at you with that bemused quizzical look in his eyes, the one that was so individually him that it tended to make you emotional. Therefore, you quickly put on an unbothered expression and avoided his eyes.

„Are you enjoying or hiding yourself up here?“ He asked, putting his chin up on his hand.

„Why are these mutually exclusive choices?“ Your sour mood fit perfectly to the taste of the apple he had handed you. „Maybe I’m brooding… Did you give this apple to me because it tastes like it‘s poisoned?“

„Obviously.“ Aramis responded, smirking when you moved to hit his shoulder with your fist. „I‘m afraid I might be doing you a favor with it.“

The slight concern mixing into his voice made your eyes wander back to his face. His eyes were always gentle and bright when they looked upon you. They made you wish to curl up again his chest to be held and rocked and protected for a while. He was probably here to find out if you were in need of any of that.

You simply extended the apple with a raised brow, a daring look on your face, before looking back at the group of musketeers around Gerard. The aim wasn‘t perfect but you did manage to hit the leadspeaker of the nutbrains against the arm.

Aramis quickly covered his mouth with his hand to hide the snort that threatened to break out when Gerard started turning around himself in an infuriated attempt to find his offenser. You had to chuckle at your brother‘s reaction and soon your conjoined mirth got increasingly harder to suppress. Tears were showing in your brother‘s eyes, from the laughter he tried to silence with his palms and you could feel your own cheeks starting to hurt from smiling widely along to his shaking shoulders. All the while a wild Gerard was running in circles like a little chicken, pulling his rapier and wielding it around.

Aramis bent over and hid his smily face at your shoulder, bursting with quiet laughter when Gerard fell over a chair.

Your fingers held him close by his arm and you realized that you were sad and that you missed him and your feelings crashed inside your chest like a wave against a rock. He was the best brother any young woman could wish for. But he was getting more and more involved in politics and it started to feel like the two of you were drifting apart a little. Missed were the nights you‘d spent drinking and laughing with the three of them - your brother and the chosen brothers. You missed making fun of Aramis with Porthos‘ help, missed the way your brother always managed to get Athos to smile when he wanted it the least, missed seeing him scribble poems on napkins by the light of a candle while Porthos advanced as quietly as possible to steal it from him. You missed the easiness of the less politically active days.

After he‘d managed to calm down, Aramis took a deep breath and put his head against yours. It was the weight of hin that made you feel comforted in a way. You listened to him breathe for a while before wrapping your arms around his neck. As if he was surprised but moved by your sudden affectionate impluse, he cooed gently and put his arm over your back to pull you close. But due to your position being slightly inconvenient, he wasn‘t quite able to physically deal with your need for cuddles, which led to him falling on his back and you tumbling right on top of him.

The mixed emotions in your chest made you break out laughing instantly. Grinning, he looked at you, your fists on his stomach and your chin coming down to his chest. He looked entirely too pleased with himself, his hat making his eyes look like little sparkly lights in the shadow it threw over his face. You couldn‘t stop laughing - he wouldn‘t allow it anyway, riling you on with his cheeky smirk - so you threateningly held up your finger in his face. He raised a brow and made you laugh even more with the funny faces he pulled.

„Stop it!!“ You wheezed.

He gasped. „I‘m not even doing anything!“

With a yelp he jolted when you dug your fingers in his sides, but he quickly got a hold of your wrists. Chuckling softly he managed to prevent any further tickle attacks from your part, wrestling with your weak attempts of breaking out of his hold. Your laughter was making you weak - under any other circumstances, you would have obviously won against him.

Eventually you got too weak for wrestling and for laughing and you merely lay down, your cheek on his chest. He was a lovely person so he started rubbing your back which was so calming you could have easily fallen asleep. Instead, you started moving, inching up higher until your head was on his shoulder, his arm holding you close.

„Bonjour,“ he welcomed you, making you smile slightly, „how about you tell your big brother how you‘re doing now?“

You shook your head gently and closed your eyes, feeling the slight breeze of the summer wind on your face and the warm arm of your brother around you.

„Right now, I am perfectly fine.“

You could feel the muscles under your ear tense hesitantly, but he seemed to accept your silence nontheless, for now, indulging you with the quiet of the afternoon, merely broken by a few musketeers‘ voices from the courtyard.

For a few minutes, the politics of France didn‘t play any part in your life. And you could sense that your brother was just as pleased with that as you were.

#les trois mousquetaires #the three musketeers #aramis #y/n #little sister imagine #sister imagine #(y/n)#aramis little sister #the musketeers #fluff #also i still need more smol ticklish aramis moments in my life #i bet he‘s hard to catch #but he must be the sweetest giggly person #alexandre dumas

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Red Herring

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Red Herring: Something that misleads or distracts from an important or relevant question.

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xB has been hearing and seeing things that maybe aren’t actually there for a few weeks now. Ever since those empires guys left, actually, and that’s perfectly fine. Probably completely normal.

Unfortunately for xB, Joe Hills doesn’t seem to share that sentiment.

In a way, xB felt a little insulted. Of all people surely Joe should be a little more understanding about being a teeny-tiny bit haunted, and after all these years she was still fine, so seriously what was the problem here!

Though, maybe that’s why Joe was so concerned? Hearing voices and seeing… weird little guys in the corner of your eyes was supposed to be just a Joe thing? xB didn’t actually know, that just felt like a thing about Joe.

Though he did realise that his focus was slowly but surely slipping away from Joe’s ongoing lecture, his vision going fuzzy as he stared at the landscape off behind Joe’s head.

Joe audibly sighed, and xB tuned back in, ready for the second half of the lecture where Joe complained about not being listened to in the first half, maybe?

“xB, I’m just a little concerned is all.”

Originally, Joe had only come over to pick up some shulkers of deepslate that xB didn’t want or need. xB had assumed it was for the giant pinball machine, because what else would Joe be doing.

xB may have jumped a little bit when Joe had materialised through his nether portal with a sudden burst of fireworks, it was loud! That was an entirely normal reaction to your eardrums being destroyed by a wild Joe Hills.

Offhandedly, xB may then have mentioned that he had occasionally been seeing things that weren’t actually there, so maybe he was jumpier than usual, but now Joe just wouldn’t let it go!

All of this was a great reminder for xB on why he never told anybody anything about himself ever. He just couldn’t stand the follow-up questions.

Or how genuinely concerned Joe seemed. It was just easier to keep it to yourself.

“Again like, it seems fine to me.” xB shrugged, his gaze settling again on the river off slightly in the distance. If he didn’t want to listen to Joe, he really didn’t have to.

He knew that wasn’t the problem though, he just didn’t want to talk about it at all. He still hadn’t looked Joe in the eyes, though really that might be better for Joe.

He stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets and started walking, Joe followed, still hauling the shulker of deepslate over his shoulder.

“Nothing has actually happened. It’s just one of those things. Everybody’s got things!” xB continued. That was a poor argument honestly, xB knew, but if Joe wanted to debate that, he might forget about the actual problem.

Once they had reached the riverbank he turned to face Joe again, who’s expression was still flipping between utter disbelief and sheer exasperation at every new thing xB said.

Joe hadn’t replied, not hooking easily onto xB’s bait. Eh, it had been a long shot, maybe it would have worked on someone else.

xB giggled and, he knew it was a little mean but he really couldn’t help it, purposefully leaned backwards, falling into the water with a loud splash and disappearing.

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There it was again.

That slightly distorted voice shouting his name. The noise hadn’t come from any distinct direction, but xB was spinning on his heels anyway.

His eyes narrowed, intently scanning the walls of his cave.

Movement.

A flash of white and red up on one of the rocky overhangs. Gone as soon as he had seen it.

This had happened enough times now that xB knew that he would find absolutely nothing if he flew up there to follow it.

He scoffed. See, Joe, nothing to worry about!

Now, xB wasn’t a complete idiot, maybe only a partial idiot, but he knew that the voice was Keralis. Or it was meant to be Keralis.

His brain pretending to be Keralis?

He turned back around and picked up the plank, quickly falling back into the familiar rhythm of building.

He also knew that movement he was seeing, or…imagining, was the weird little baseball-headed armour stand he had made. What had he called it, Kerilson?

xB had thought it was a clever reference, at the time. Mostly, he tried not to think about it though. He didn’t remember where he had left it. Maybe at Keralis’ base when he had built that big statue?

Why did he build that? Why did he build Kerilson? The memories were fuzzy, and it probably didn’t matter. It wasn’t there now, so he had either blown it up or never built it at all.

In any case, Cleo could do a very convincing job sometimes, but armour stands couldn’t actually move around. So that wasn’t an issue either.

There was no issue, just his own brain making stuff up. He hadn’t exactly gotten to the bottom of why, but xB had always figured that if he ignored a problem for long enough, it would just go away.

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Joe Hills was not one such problem.

“Howdy xB, I was wondering if you would be interested in a round or two of TCG?”

xB knew exactly what this was going into it. A plan to back him into a figurative corner, bring him to a place he couldn’t easily leave and keep pushing him for answers under the pretext of a card game.

It was kind of a brilliant move from Joe, xB wasn’t going to turn down a game, and it was such a good move that xB almost wanted to play along.

So here they were, at Cub’s pyramid arena, waiting for their cards to filter out of their decks and into the redstone system that xB still didn’t quite understand.

“You know xB, how about a wager? Just between us.”

xB hummed with interest, though he was still watching his cards.

“For every point I get, you have to answer a question.”

xB giggled, finally looking over at Joe, the eye contact made them shudder involuntarily. You weren’t supposed to look a Guardian in the eye, so it’s a good thing that xB wasn’t one. “That’s all well and good Joe, but what do I get?”

“If you win, you get an IOU.”

xB couldn’t argue with that, he did know a thing or two about dealing in IOU’s, after all.

For a split second he was reminded of last season. He missed when Hypno was there looming over his shoulder or stood by his side, nodding along to whatever xB said as he reeled in their next potential customer. Hypno hadn’t been around much.

Joe was staring him down.

“You have to actually answer my questions, honestly.”

“I’m always honest.” xB held back a wink, Joe didn’t seem to be in the mood, but that was still such an egregious lie that Joe was sighing again.

xB’s tail swished across the arena floor, the orange spikes bristling. A slight, calculated show of irritation.

Joe still didn’t seem deterred.

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“Well, I guess you’d better shoot.” xB chuckled as he started to pull his cards off of the board. Joe had swiftly knocked out xB’s first False card.

xB wasn’t getting too lucky on the draw, but that was the game.

Joe nodded, wasting no time. “How long have you been hallucinating for?”

xB raised an eyebrow. “First of all, hallucination is like, a strong word. Also, that’s what you’re using the question on? You’ll only get like, two more, max.”

“I guess the wager didn’t say you couldn’t question my questions.” If Joe was someone else, he probably would have rolled his eyes as he said that. If Joe was someone else they probably wouldn’t be here at all, though.

xB laughed, then thought carefully. “But I guess, ever since the empires-guys went home?”

It wasn’t a lie, technically.

“I see.” Joe nodded, before hitting the button to pass the turn over.

xB watched as the metaphorical gears in Joe’s head turned, though it was always a little hard to tell was Joe was actually thinking.

If xB was someone else, he might be able to just see what Joe was thinking. Though maybe he didn’t want a deep dive into the mind of Joe Hills.

Just a little peek would be fine, maybe.

“Hey, can I ask a question?” xB grinned, knowing that he was pushing the limits of their self-set rules. He had always enjoyed that, skirting around limits and technicalities.

Joe glanced between xB and her cards. “I guess the wager didn’t specify that either.”

xB chose to take that as a yes, or at least an it-depends.

“Why do you care?”

Okay, that sounded bad, xB sort of regretted saying it like that. Joe was back to staring at him.

“I think you know why.” It was Joe’s turn to shrug and give a half-answer. xB figured he deserved it.

They were right though, xB did sort of know why. It was Joe Hills, perpetual worrier, the Hermits helping Hermits guy, his friend. He guessed that was good enough reason for Joe to care.

Maybe xB continued to get unlucky, or maybe he stopped playing his best moves slightly on purpose. Joe didn’t need to know, but either way xB was soon pulling another of his cards off of the board.

xB found himself completely out of his depth trying to actually answer Joe’s questions without any half-truths or misdirections. You might even say that he was like a fish out of water, but that phrase had always annoyed him. He felt quite happy on land, thanks.

He was stalling by thinking about fish-based wordplay again.

He made a contemplative noise to fill the silence. Joe didn’t rush him.

Eventually, xB pointed up at his only active Hermit card left. “Maybe that xB up there, being all handsome and stuff, needs some other Hermits on the board soon, cause’ he’s all by his lonesome, and you’re just gonna take him out and win the game.”

xB couldn’t help but chuckle as he spoke. It wasn’t a clear answer, but Joe had essentially asked what xB thought the problem might be. That was a much more complex question, easier and harder to dance around at the same time. What was xB meant to say? He couldn’t even admit the answer to himself. Not really.

Joe seemed to get the picture anyway.

It seemed that xB had been right about the direction of the game, as his last card was knocked out swiftly. It was Joe’s last question.

“What did you think when we left?”

What had xB thought? That maybe he’d never see his friends again. No more minigames with Keralis, or PVP with Etho, or shooting Scar from very far away, or finding mobs in the overworld that should definitely not be in the overworld.

That he had missed his friends when the moon had crashed. He had missed his friends when he had woken up alone on that hardcore world between seasons. He had missed his friends when they had gone through that stupid, stupid rift.

That he had known they were going to go, of course they would. They were the Hermits, and that was a portal to another dimension. He had set up that camera just to watch them disappear through it over and over again.

That houldn’t blame them, he hadn’t followed them. He was xB, and that was a portal to another dimension. He didn’t like change, not really. Maybe fish out of water was a more apt description than he would like.

“I thought, maybe it’d never open again, and things would never go back to how they were.”

xB had thought that he was good at being alone, now he thought that maybe he had been wrong.

“I’m sorry we made you think that xB. We didn’t know the rift would close behind us, but someone still should have thought about you. We got all caught up in our antics and forgot.”

Maybe that’s what he needed to hear. He should have trusted them more, of course they’d always come back. They were the Hermits, he was xB.

Joe shuffled across the arena and placed a awkward hand on xB’s shoulder. “You got that?”

“Yeah, thanks Joe.” xB nodded and let out a heavy breath. His shoulders slumped, relaxing a little.

Obviously this wouldn’t fix everything, but he did feel better. He did. He hadn’t even known he had felt bad before.

“How about another game? Wager free.” Joe asked, xB noted that his voice was a little softer than before.

“And no IOU’s.” xB added.

Joe smiled. “Well, that’s good. I really didn’t want to give you an IOU.”

xB burst into laughter.

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